Blood and bad breath
The taste of morning
Blood and coffee
Anemic breakfast
Blood and kisses
Drowning in dreams
Blood and blades
Sink deep in flows
Blood and love
A prisoner inside myself
Blood and beer
Despair to be savored
Blood and silence
Emptiness thinks
Blood and snow
I paint in bliss
Blood and clouds
Deliver red rivers
Blood and whispers
Beg for death’s sweet shivers








This drips with grit and shadow—each line a pulse of pain and dark devotion.
You’ve poured the body’s ache and the soul’s rust into a river of red, unafraid to bleed.