vim

Dirty needle smile, sharp toothed grin
Arteries of barbed wire, belly full of sin
Broken skull on the table, pool of blood on the floor
Red saliva streaking down my chest, as i listen at your door.
Shattered fragments of your mind, i'll frame upon my wall.
There'll be no place to run or hide, when the bleeding calls.
You'll hear footsteps in your hallway, a dark whisper in your ear.
You'll taste the hot blood in your mouth and know that i am here.