to keep up with the jonases, stop dead in your tracks.

i can smell the blood of another.
the dagger clangs as it drops on this floor

lathering his blood on my hands
its so sweet

this poor boy.
crumpled on the ground, bloodied and broken

but thats ok. he tastes better than he looks.
and that says a lot.

this poor beautiful boy
so much potential

but such a temptation

why resist?

no need.
theres never a need to resist.