you're thinning the blood of your victim
as your sliding through the door
standing over his skull
like a cheap complacent whore
with a knife in hand
and a pistol in back
you sleep and dream
in instants and visions
blinks of eyes
and a crack of a finger

your driving out to the beach
to the shore
and your body's in back
pushing the door
luckily it's locked
with the child safety on
because blood, full of iron will rust
and a night caught in cold
a murder of lust
with no one to trust

waking up in a cooling sweat
is sure getting old
these memories must stop
these teardrops will soon run out
and down the drain
with strands of hair
blood and pain
toothpaste
fingernail clippings
catching your visions in the grease trap
a new day will come
and you will still be alone.