What Crawls on Your Skin

Death
It crawls on our skin
It breathes through our lungs
Running circles around our hearts
Death
What a funny word
For an evil act
Blood spills through your fingers
Clenching death upon the tips
Scratch lines into the skin
Write death from within
The soul craves death
The smell of freedom
Bring it forth and hear the rushing
Of a thousand red drops
Tap tap taping
The sound of death
Echoes from the ink