The Blood & The Bones

I have gone into the night looking for it

for seedy sins

and ways to feel something again

for reality and rough fingers splitting apart the slits in me

fucking me into feeling

the dance of hard metal against my flesh as it grazes and digs

and the simultaneous exploration of a soft tongue wet and piercing

the violence in them sliding up next to the chaos that waits idly in the marrow of my being

pleading

cut into me

deeper, I beg

harder, please

releasing as the warm blood dresses hands holding me temporarily

knowing they cannot keep

I know what I crave and that it is too primal, too dark, too deep

and as I feel it fill me up

I am terrified that I must go to these lengths to be free

from this mind numbing rat racing ubiquity

and still I go

I go out looking in the night for the devil

to find the life in dirty deeds

and me

the blood

& the bones