Bleed

Death

I walk with death
A friend made for a cold eternity
With his stare cutting through me
I know I'll bleed for this.

Skitzo perceptions can be skewed
Piercing through dimensions
Reality in state of suspension
Not questioning why.

Bleeding, Feeding, Seeding
Simplicities of a double standard
Translating language without word
Just a powder of things to come.

No reason, no life, no death
These things go hand in hand
Like heat and sick desert sand
Beginning to see?

Feed on me while I bleed, spread the seed.