I licked my wounds like an animal
On the sheets of a bloody bed.
And the ethanol on my tongue stung and
Cleansed the deep cuts
While the demons danced in my head.

My blood is such a dark shade of pink
Not quite as bright as a tourist might think
Though the mass in that vein kept conjealed in a cup
Has such a unique way of fucking me up.

I licked my wounds like an animal
And watched as the snow fell outside
On the icy white pavement walked by prisoners and
Whores
While the demons whisper and hide.

And my blood is such a dark shade of pink
Not quite as thick as a lover might think
Though the shade on the bandage kept pressed to my skin
Has such a unique way of locking me in.