pumpumpumpumpump

old man
sneaking round
through the passages of my veins
rides a cell
into my throbbing heart

old man
you suddenly
poke me from inside
with your
walking stick

oh me
depriving myself
of the self-care the I need
you bleed
inside me
for my new blood

new blood comes
from dead things
living people
undead cling
not like a horror
just so real
they're on drugs
so they can't feel
they have no legs
new blood comes
from the living dead
it's been done
it's been said
new blood
is velvet not red
is purble not blue
is orange not brown
is diagonal rather then left or down

oh

old man
you are dying
I will try
my hardest
to put you on my life machine
then you will pump
pump
pump　pump
pump

new blood comes
from the soil
comes from the graves
comes from the crematorium
comes pales like the milk
you loved when you were a child
new blood loves
you.