Blood drips down on the glass.
Blood stains are spotted down town in the chambers of anticipation.

Your DNA covers the walls of my heart.

I tried wiping your blood off but it keeps filling up the god ****** bathtub.

Call me Dorian.
Scream my name.
Your blood offends thousands.

Repeat my name and stop slashing your own wrists. Grab mine.

I taste your blood. It's made of prayers and goodbyes.

I built you a temple.
Your blood stains the windows.

Cover up.

I lick the temple clean with the honesty of a preacher.

Don't go home empty handed.
Don't stay fully packed.