Skip to main content
Poetry

the blood king

He takes what he wants
And tonight he wants you
Don’t look his way
Or this can be your last day .

You won’t get through this
The silence.
The screaming.
You won’t get through this
The silence.
The screaming.

The angels aren’t listening
In anger he spreads his wings.
Sweet fruits
A fallacy.
To mask
Blood letting.

King of the afterlife
Can’t escape.

You won’t get through this.

The silence.

The screaming.

(originally published on Tumblr, 2015)