I am hungry for blood
And I also crave flesh,
Said the horse to the bee.
My hooves are stained with
Vermillion;
The red splatters make me “nee”.
The whole world has gone amiss.

I am fed the remains of my brothers
And of my sisters.
My father is processed into stew;
My mother is feed.
I can still taste and see the maroon lips of my lover.
These animal treat me like I am a cannibal.
Their own personal guinea pig.

There are crimson stains on my once white teeth.
My arteries are clogged with fat
And my heart is now a rock.
My dreams are also faulty.
I see my bones withering and fading
Into a scarlet cloud of shame
And misery.