Tardus, Tristis Recubo

You run
You hide
From the possible

I bleed
I feed
For the improbable

Awake
To the sound
Of indecision
Slicing up the end
Of you
Feel the fear
Breathe
Now I’m inside
Of you

Germinate
Don’t deny
Your pleasure

You’re the one
Who came to feed
I’m the one
That’s feasting now
Bleeding in the dark
So Ioud

We’re in this together
Now that the end of me
Is every bit
A part of you
Taste my blood
It flows from you

© 2011, Mosquitobyte