Brown in the Blood

Building his bow he shoots the arrow
Right across the pulsing vein so low
Overcome by useless bits of sorrow
Welcomes the new phase that seems to flow
Nevertheless, the birdies sing him the tomorrow

Instincts fail where senses bite
Nothing is right on this nite

Thumping like a lost heart
Hearing the inhale of the needle dart
Ending this life from the start

Bulging eyes sightless eyes of flood
Lurking in rotten pools of skin mud
Overcome by the darling opening of the bud
Open mouth mad like a cow on its cud
Deeper and deeper Brown in the Blood