Leech

You took away my fingers,   and pens. My blood runs clear as water,   as you swallow it all down Filling your aching belly. I'm bitter,   but don't let it spoil your meal. And I'm jaded,   but you don't seem to care. Your small incisions are taking their toll. My life is puddled at me feet, You're still licking the wounds. Just suck me dry, I've so much to give. I'll be your temple, As long as you worship me. And even though I'll never be quite good enough, I sure will try. Won't you like that? I'll be your precious whore. I'd love to spend my life pampering your Soul. I can see you eagerly shaking your head yes, I know you'd love it. Bastard.