brief cultural space

blood dripping red wet
life seeps into nothingness
drink deeply my dear

dark roses
stained by tears of blood
thorns piercing my heart

before morning's light
blood hunt intensifies
the hunger growing

night whispers
sift into nightmares
unheard

slashed wrists bleeding
mourning the loss of love
die feeding his need

bloodless moon shines
through lid less eyes at the night
tears staining our hearts