I will bleed you till only a husk
is left till all your tears are dry,
no longer will you be what you
were just a empty shell because
I bleed you dry.

Your life is on the floor, red life
turning darker as the life now
drying up, evaporating your
life no more.

I am a killer to some but, to
others you are just food for
thought, some thing on a plate
not careing where you came
from or what you were.