Lost in a Persona I

Tears drip down

Tasting of loss and finality.

Burning outside and in,

Rolling for the shed of blood,

Blood that pinpricks.

That grows and grows

Bubbling over the wound.

The sweet carnal desire of a scarring wound,

Now flowing, gushing,

No way to stop it

No reason to plug it.

Every reason to stare,

To wonder, ponder, think.

Until the final tears stop

Slow dancing on a blood red floor.