Wound to wound
We suckle off each others’ blood.
Dripping down our chins,
We scratch and claw for more.
Who can we drain first?
The weak will die,
The stupid, the lame, the sick, the slow
The strong will get sick, from drinking the weak.
In the end,
Everything dies.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment