I’m sucking this red juice through a straw
every vein, is now raw, and every pain, is –
I’ve come to love the sensation of past weaknesses,
and aggression, leaving me down, scampering,
ending, someplace, a nuthouse of fucks! Ending
but where is the end? Where? Could it end?
The juice is squeezed, even a vampire wouldn’t feast
blood type X, Y, and who gives a shit about Z?
Z, Z, everybody wants a piece
of me, another bite,
clamp down, get high, like you’re parading around
at some sick blood drive.