Odes and hymms

Too see, hear, and speak

Some do it cause they're sad,
I like when it's for me.
It's pain that makes me glad
That you stay and love me free.
I know you think it's bad,
You tell me you can see.
You say that you're not mad,
But i know that it's empty.

Do you know how i feel?
You say you know, it's vain.
If you saw it you'd squeal.
You'd see my love for your pain.
I love once the cuts heal,
The scars you left to maim.
My own misery meal,
Your art, thats made in the drain.

I want to see you red.
I need to taste your flesh.
The image in my head,
The things you might do for me.
I want to see it spread,
I need it to be fresh.
Your pale skin, crimson dread.
The texture, the taste, gored mesh.