I breathe.
I am.
I taste blood.
Once I come back, there's no hope to stop me.
Prophecy.
Malignancy.
Kindred, she and I.
The pulse, the bait.
The rampant desire.
Fire back in my eyes.
Unscripted and raw.
I draw from this soil.
From your sickness.
Scream so I know you're still with me.
To each their own.
No preaching here.
Just blood and sand.
Skin under my nails.
A rift, a smile, a scent.
A tie.
It's all coming together.
