THE COLLECTORS

- T H E H U N T E R S -

All sought different treasures,

All became their hunt.

- T H E C O L L E C T I O N -

One bled in words,
Darker and more visceral than blood.

The other bled out his breath,
He couldn't stop to catch himself.

The third bled in memories,
His breath, pure marble dust.

The fourth one was dead,
He didn't bleed at all..