Chiseled Veins

Mind killer, time killer, what have you done?
murdering children so you can have fun.
The blood in my throat is choking on pain,
just sever the frozen paths in my vein.
If emotions content are in most of the night,
then you should be ridden and gone from my sight.
But the doubt in your eyes 
that not should they fear,
is the promising reason 
why you linger so near.
Sultry red coals go ablaze in my chest,
at last I should finally be laid to rest, 
I've been waiting here patiently
but I know you won't do it, 
you'll just sitting there and wait
for luck to feed you their souls on a plate.
And once you have had enough of the meat, 
You'll carry your chisel, your razor will heat.
My veins flood with ink in seas of cruel words
yet you leave me behind and fly with the birds.
I cannot hold on to eternitys branches 
nor can I fall, else I lose all my chances.
I quietly plead and beg for justice
in a room, scattered with buckets,
full of your toxic blood.
I drink t the plentiful liquid,
the passionate tension,
and feel my bones quiver
with utter redemption.
You devour the dead 
demolish the living,
and I feed off your blood,
getting drunk on your giving.
All this killing in vein 
sacrificed our profanity
in years past you were sane,
only to become insanity.
I'll never stop asking 
why you would do this for me,
to proudly steal innocence,
a selfish high for you and me.
I want no more of this bargain,
so fly, far from here,
the splintered veins break like ice
as I recollect my last tear.