Bloodwet

Sincerity is biting my lower lip, bleeding it out to the last drop
of hope and patience and fear
as time races by and passion vines grow
all around my head
Thorns piercing through a thick skin
of rough regret
opening doors for the sweetest poison to make its way

Veins lit, and a darkened organism
waiting to be ignited up
then organs working bloodwet
drop by drop
Whole stains are formed
so the whole picture can be seen

"farther from you, farther from me
watch your step girl
you keep it"