Run Little Children, Play

Discerned in the blood you taste,

The words that tell of the dreams in his mind.

You opened the door,

And walked through with thought of no return.

Banish my being home to its grave.

My question's answer will wonder still,

The truth of the red in your blood,

As it spills across this floor.

The curve of your body,

And the scream of his laugh at the realization.

I watch this tale as it unfolds.

When I'm given the time,

I'll disguise your breath of lust,

As the last air you breathe.

In the small of your back,

Can you feel my hand of subtlety?