When the sun bleeds <br />On and through the window panes <br />Indiscriminately so <br />Him tasting of my sour skin <br />Seeing my trembling hands so white <br />Belly laughing, him a king of liars <br />Hiding behind my back <br />His black eyes feasting on <br />what's left of my brain <br />As he gently shuts the blinds<br /><br />Cin Sweet Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-25/
