I’m dying for you.
I’m bleeding into your mouth, you bastard vampires.
What more can I do?
How many more veins, how much more pain, do you require?
I’ve screamed all you’ve wanted,
And I’ve coughed you up all the meat you can eat.
But I suppose misery’s not enough.
I suppose you need more, perhaps a stain on the street?
Pick the goddamn poison,
Don’t leave me here for the world to see.
But in the end, I guess it doesn’t matter.
You’re already killing me.
