Round & Round the Mullberry Bush

on the spot; Mona

come to me

sweet innocence

i crave for thee 

thy blood i thirst for

when darkness comes

there, there, there

there

a small creation

there there

do not cry

sweet blood

it's slowly going now

it's almost alright now

let your tears subside now

sweet curdling screams

piercing

my ears

my love

i moan for thee

i groan for thee

blood 

ashes come from fire

fire comes from me

i thirst for the flame

i need the drive

i need the high

just once more

the blade feels so soft against your throat

slicing

slowly

blood dripping

from the small innocence

that you are

the moon

is so high

my eyes

are dilated

until the new moon

new blood

cometh