A strange building, cold and damp
Unloved I sit, watching walls red with blood
A strange town, or have I been here before?
Rejection, fear, tears run red from my eyes
Where am I, who are you?
This is not my life
Dark passions revealed by strangers in the night
A thrumming sensuality beneath their ugly facades
Blood, always blood, following me everywhere
Coveted by wicked lips and soulless eyes
© G Wright, September 2012