‪I am corruption, I slip,‬
‪seamlessly like ****,
‪into white wine.‬
‪Let the blood slide.‬

‪A sore swells big,‬
‪a pain, good to itch,‬
‪and flow, do my eyes,‬
‪when the blood slides.‬

‪To hope is to admit,‬
‪that you'll never feel sick,‬
‪so I soak in their lies‬
‪and let the blood slide.‬

‪Dreams as real as stars,‬
‪so close, yet far,‬
‪from them I cannot hide,‬
‪so I let the blood slide.‬

‪Bound to this earth,‬
‪by fleshy husk and dirt,‬
‪all we are is just rye,
‪so let the blood slide.‬

‪A weak light to the dark,‬
‪like the fat with ill-hearts;
‪I will never survive.‬
‪Let my blood slide.‬