Blood on My Lips

Bit deep into my own flesh again, keeping these words from you. There is nothing that I would like to tell you more, but I know that you cannot understand, despite all the time we have spent together. The blood runs down, dripping slowly off my bottom lip to the ground below me. The tears I cannot give you, I am too far beyond that mess now. My hard blue eyes connect with yours and I feel them biting into you too. I am rigid and cold, my eyes eating into your soul, consuming every hope you once had. I soften, and bite deeper. I pain myself to spare you.

Bloody madness, my lips burn with every smile I make, ripping open the old marks.

I press on, blood on my lips to match the wounds on the hides of others. I am a predator, I will hunt you just as easily. Before I know what I am doing I feel my legs begin their move after you. Instinct has culled you out of the group for me as the weak one, and I begin to sprint. You are running now, the blood on my lips has crazed me. I only see the movement of your skin, and I leap, grasping you, dragging you down with me. I chomp into your muscle, reaching the bone which I crush. I realize that I am not hungry and am killing simply for the sake of destroying something. I want the chase more than the success.

Tonight I have blood on my lips, and it belongs to you.

The chase is over, and I have won, let the vultures have you. You are useless to me dead.