Whose blood is that.
I think I know.
The owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow.
I wave goodbye. I cry hello.
He gives his knives a shake.
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound that break.
Are distant cry's and birds awake.
This human is sad depressed and deep.
But he has promises to keep.
After cake and lots of blood.
All he feels are lust and love.
He rises from his gentle bed.
Filled with thoughts of being dead.
His heart fills with pills of dread.
Ready for his death ahead.
