Suffocator

I sing my pages to sleep ruffle their hair with my breath Shh I will never wash their blood clean They bruise into my veins I will water them down and leave them on my skin oh, the joy I will welt them into my skin I will black my eyes and blue my bones fragile bird feathers I will etch them into my skin and bleed them out again Draw with their wet hair on my pages They will be imprinted on my cheek when I fall asleep I will forget them when I wake up I will trace wrinkles onto my eyes You will age me (they crease my fingers) (the scars are burnt into my fingers) I will cry tears that fill the rivers with blood It will taste like ink on my tongue it will shine there and burn