ravens dance upon dank graves

in midsummer moonlight,

plucking white worms

from sodden soil

~

you slash open the vein

on the top of your hand

and

offer it up

~

this is my blood, you say

drink, and have eternal life.

~

i drink,

tasting salt

tears in your blood

tears in your soul

~

and what do i have?

eternal death.

eternal damnation.

~

and you.