The Silent Catastrophe Coil

I wake from a burning sleep
And dreams that split open the night
Dreams fed with blood from knives
And kept alive with broken lives

Midnight spilt across night skies
This is the time for telling it
As it really is

And still a knife sleeps warm in the wound
Wakes and slips a kiss
Between the lips of the skin
A love as deep

As blood is sweet
And the noise of the jaws