i think about blood a lot.
i picture it covering the hallways
i see it flooding over my eyelids and sweeping me into a death like panic
i press my fingers to my throat and i feel my arteries pulse
i wonder what it would be like for that pulse to not be confined by cell walls and flesh, to let it spill onto the floor
i think about how you want to see me bleed
i think about how i obey to your thoughts
i feel the blood pour from my lips, staining the carpet and burying the idea of me you once had
i see the blood burn you out of my vision
i can hear you scream as it drowns you
i believe im going to die in this blood
i believe you want me to
