The closest to the blood I am.
A liquid so transparent,
I grow pale at it’s hot red
I feel the flow inside.
Take me to the wound
To heal, to scar, to touch it
The red flesh bleeds the pain away.
Nostalgic and so hemorrhagic
Through veins I find my existence
I’ve got to be dreaming under your skin
I never leave before death comes.
Hey I bet you never knew
How hot and red you are within you
And how it’s like when you are ill
From your inside my sap I spill.
Beneath your flesh I know your smell,
Don’t be alarmed, cause I won’t tell.
29 Februarie 2004, transfuzii azi, 23 Iulie 2009