She Talks To Blackness

She talks to blackness Madness running in the night I follow her trial through Field and wood My trigger finger heavy, good Pshow the twenty two fires Blawo blawo the shot gun calls I can hear her breath Collapse, revive, collapse Revive running for her life Shoeless, naked Her bare flesh ripped by brush The hunt is on The hunt is good I fire into the darkness Gauging her distance I begin to circle. Circle I cut her with my hatchet Right in her throat She wants to scream But only bubbles belay her bereavement Blood drips from the hatchet Like the wax drippings coagulated My pet is dead! Calls the madness from the darkness The urge is calling Already pecking for me to bleed them Hiding in the darkness It consumes me, coughing Collectively choking my breathing What madness is this? Down on one knee Chocking on the blackness My love is gone! So what is life? Meaningless.