the better blood

this is a great society
of sharpened knives and
blunt objects
forced
into hearts
and backs.

every man, woman,
and child for themselves.

they will find you
with their pretty faces
and promises,

but all that they are,
are bloodsucking bats
with fangs disguised
as pillows
that'll make you fall
asleep,
as they feed.

it's a war
and you don't even know it.

but goddamn it,
there are always one,
or two,
or three people
that'll make you believe
in the possibilty
of something better.