You talk like bloodnDrained from what's goodnThick yet so sweetnTo the taste we will drinknnWarm when insidenNumb when we're warmnStage left is fearnIn the form of a firennWe need to feel so we can remember what it's likenBetween the sheets of the inferno's eternal burning thighsnSlit the wrist and watch as I study all the dripsnThen we put it back and staple up the veinnRewriting 'til our death, we write in vainnnYou talk of tomorrow in such poor formnAnd sever the letters from which we were bornnBut if you keep a secret, I'll offer rewardsnA bloodless percussive muscle of warmthnOh baby, react so I can act like a man