Honeyed Wounds

Oil from the Devil's wounds?

I'd bleed honey.

The children are all dying,

That's not funny.

I'd stab you in the throat,

For your money.

I can't stand another second without it.

But at least your hindering touch

keeps me intact.

I'm far too sober for this business.

I'll drink of dead men,

And get out of here alive.

And then I'll find some place to die where you can't see.