infinity, she said

Sunday, August 28, 2005

open wounds and dried up clots

i'm bleeding inside.

fresh open wounds for vampires to feed on
the living undead they call us for we're like beasts with no right minds
we kill to savage on, we kill for the sake of blood
we kill to release ourselves from the knowledge we're bleeding
we walk like the undead, we walk like such monsters raving
craving more bleeding, it's a sweetness to the soul
a sadistic relief for the undead, cold upon cold.

11:22 PM