..Red.. Poem by Josh McNair

slit my wrist and let it bleed
there isnt room in this place for me
the danger of love
burning in fire
the chill of a house
the death of desire
the voices, i hear them
calling for someone i dont know
bring me back bring me back
but to where i cant show
black as paper
warm as frost
the dull of the blade
the rage of the lost
let it bleed
cleanse my life
with this blood and with this pipe
bleed the darkness
make room for the fire
burn in my heart
quench my desire
for light and for love
for things i know not
bleed these words full of frost
till dead i am not