Stick 157 - Silver Blood Bath

Silver Blood Bath

I bled real blood
in that silver sink bath
nobody thought my life would last

I bled real blood
while sour green apple juice drops
formed a flood of angst and sour regret

I bled real blood
while ancient sand storms yelled and sped
through human autrocity sand dunes the size of mountains of led

I bled real blood
dark, deep, dense and dangerous in its intent
which as always suddenly dissolved during the latter part
of my late night evening in that sinister human bath