First Blood from Dawning Eyes by Death Machine

It’s all you do,
But you sure did nothing
You say:
“Please clean up this ordeal”

I know the words
That you speak—hear nothing
I’m deaf
I will not ever heal

I don’t believe you, you say,
Waiting for news to claim my head
We’re dead
You’re coming on
To draw
First blood

To draw
First blood

Wipe off the blood
Beneath your nose
You should
Cut down
On all your rum and coke

Incoherent thoughts
That I once knew
How to
Interpret when we choked

I cannot see you, I said
Waiting for words to claim your head
You’re dead
I’m coming on
To cleanse
My blood

To cleanse
My blood

Peel off my skin, but you still can’t
See me
I guess
Your eyes are firmly shut

I’ve got no words, but I left
A note
That I wrote
In red, translucent blood

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