People are thirsty,
thirsty for a sip of,
toxic blood,
no longer thirsty,
for knowledge of,
this world,
all they crave is,
the disruption of,
an already disjointed,
fallen space,
that they believe,
keeps them alive,
telling tales & lies of,
lost love filtering through,
hate & pain,
cutting like a knife,
another blow to the,
back & heart,
promising red roses,
that have thorns that,
don't shed a blood,
as deep as a dagger,
mutilated body,
resting in a place,
fleeing for safety,
adolescence & youth,
impart wisdom unlived,
nonsensical rumors,
how you dig,
your very own grave,
karma & revenge,
will eventually find,
your empty mind,
for you never took care,
to lose her mind,
monsters live inside us,
us & you,
inject her into abyss,
where you taste her blood,
not caring or knowing why,
this soul endlessly,
questions why,
you chose to,
make her die.

© Sia Jane