Ponies dry

Bleed the ponies dry
kill the tears they cry
rip the final thought
speak with teeth untaught
drown the sorrows under
keep the lips uncovered
every word you speak
no one licks the cream
cats no longer need
bleed the veins deceived
find yourself in weeds
and follow all the leads
back into the self
the ponies bleed the wealth
and everything you take
break before you wake

Drink runs dry

We wait to drink the blood
wait for peace to run
for drink to give us dry
for weeping eyes to cry
we wait and run to it
the glass that fills our lips
we watch and mourn secure
empty like the words
and is it just the bitter
running over thicker
we wait to drink the blood
this problem comes undone
for grace and favor feel
the taste it is surreal
the blood that quenched the thirst
the drunkard tells it first
we wait for dead to feed
that offer us their drink
we suck it down with ease
but forget the one we grieve

Ready for a drink

Tell me are you ready
are you ready for me
bleed me fucking dry
drink what’s in my veins
you ready for the game
you ready for the ride
I’ll show you fucking crazy
I’ll show you a good time
you ready for the new world
you ready for my rhymes
ready for the alley cats
playing all the time
tell me if you got the secret
secret to unlock
drinking down my blood
be sure you don’t get lost.