Tell yourself it will just be a few drops
Now you don't have the strength to reach for the mop
When will it or I be enough
Quickly, with your hands, make a cuff
Please reach your fingers inside
Keep pushing until with my bone it collides
Whisper your fears into the blood, I promse you can confide
Gnash your teeth on the veins to see what else the body hides
Whatever you find, either love or cast it out
Already know your choice, due to myself being a lout
No anger nor despair
Like the wind, this too will blow through my hair
The same current that carries you to a new story
Will oxidize my scene that was once gorey