Night Time

grasping at straws
pulling myself towards
some sort of end
always reaching for something,
anything that bends
writhing in secrecy;
shadows in my head

looking at the only
sliver of silver
lining

crying tears of blood
from fingertips
staining my fears



-mine

Bite Down

bite down and tell me,
please just tell me
that my blood seeps down;
please just tell me
that the blood is red
because it feels like putty
slowly sagging out of my veins

bite down and tell me,
please just tell me
that something's in there;
please just tell me
that it's dribbling down your chin
because all I see are shadows
creeping up from your open mouth

a void,
infested with the black strings of my veins,
creeping, crawling into your now
black,
vacant,
eyes

bite down and tell me
that your after my blood,
that you need my blood;
my essence;
my being;
need it,
need to taste it

bite down and leave the shadow alone,
before it infects you,
as it always has me


-mine