Blood red

When prison walls decay

you'll find yourself

growing,

growing.

It opens itself in on you,

you'll find it in the garden.

Shrouds of dirt begin to bleed

and draw their veins into the seams

of opened skin

so red

it feeds upon your body,

bleeding

bleeding.

Come with me,

come walk with me,

to that place untold,

unheard

unseen.

We'll share the sun 

and drown

alone inside the river

slowly,

slowly.

Now all that's left

for us to give,

is our dying flesh

that rots

so beautifully,

to the souls that crave

for our purity.