Six Bloody Chortles

I made a promise long ago
   to never waste my blood,
If it come out trickling,
   or if it cause a flood.
I made a promise long ago
   to never use it ill,
to always make it purposeful
   in everything i will.

Scarlet, crimson, burgundy;
   six bloody chortles slip from me.
I spit and spill those gorgeous three.
   let it clot, let it run free.

I broke a promise recently:
   I heard the pelting sound,
as reddened beads rolled off of me
   and spread out on the ground.
I broke a promise recently;
   it slipped beneath my feet,
running warm around my tongue,
   and tasting iron sweet.

Crimson, card-inal, scarlet,
   a rushing sense I shan't forget.
Stroke it stronger still, my pet,
   let it ooze and let it wet.

I walked a long path yesterday,
   the painted walls still wet
with blood so thick and crusty;
   a kind I'd never met.
I walked a long path yesterday,
   a stranger by my side.
the man's blood ran so red and hot.
   I used it till he died.

Rosey, bloody deep crimson,
    Have it come out in bludgeon,
Sink your teeth and spit, my son.
    Hit it square and let it run.