‘Two Bloodshot Eyes
Staring Into The Far Vermeil Void,
A Pregnant Woman
Giving Birth To Her Baby Of Sard,
A Tumid Leg
Blushing With The Crimson Pain Of Its Sins,
And
My Rubious Body
Vomitting Blood.’

And They Could Feel Their Veils Exploding
By The Evergrowing Pressure They Feel,
Crushing Their Already Dead And Gone Hearts…
But A Few Small Cuts On The Skin
And They Shall Be Saved.
What Flows Out Of The Sores
Shall Be
The Filth They Have Saved Themselves
All Through Their Bloodstained, Pathetic Lives.