If you haven’t bled
then I don’t need you.
No pain in your soul
then I can see through you.
That deep blue hue is true to
but your depth doesn’t match
the latch that **** blocks
the brown doors that are locked
and if I can’t get in to your mind
then that is fine.

Just give me the red stains
that paint my human pain
when I try and try again
to ******* before it is to late
to activate your empathy
for all of our human kin.