Spit Blood

This bloody sequel shall have no equal Death becomes you, so seek spirit to quell Uneasy sensations as hell around you burns Beaten bloody to afterlife's eerie pitched mourns Morning comes and there is no body It's over I guess and I feel quite blessed You spit red quite well and you confessed To the daggers you stuck in my back Spitting blood, you now fade to black Morning comes and there is nobody. The dawn is red, I tried to talk you out of it Words failed me, you won and I got out of it Cursed my luck and my name and forgot me But now you are forgotten beneath the tree Life is sweet, please do not misinterpret this Vile and villainous verbal eviction as veritas. The dawn is red. ---------------------------------- Sequel to 'Suck Blood'