Drip your blood over me with your words.
Let me hear your heart pound around me.
Coat me with the liquid that is coursing through your veins.
For it may be the one thing that shields my going insane.
Rivulets, droplets, a fine mist in my ears,
My inside falls outside in time with your fear.
Deep within my being
The undulations and rhythms,
Like fracturing schisms,
Pierce through reality,
Eviscerating the synapses of my mind.
My thoughts spill out in sloshing loops
To gurgle into a mound
At our feet on the ground,
Where we rush through them,
Dancing until they are forever gone
Except for what oozes between our toes,
Like offal waiting to be licked away.
Rivulets, droplets, a fine mist in my ears,
My inside falls outside in time with your fear.
Drip your blood over me with your words.
Let me hear your heart pound around me.
Coat me with the liquid that is coursing through your veins.
For it may be the one thing that shields my going insane.
Written over twenty years ago
as the lyrics for a fictional song,
recorded by my character,
in a play-by-email and online roleplaying game.
Resurrected from The Internet Archive Wayback Machine.