Goretober Nosebleeds Poem by Sirena Sangré

A wave of iron over takes my senses like being punch in the face by a drunk
the smell of iron is so strong I can taste it
you really get me going
I didn't know you were so strong
with that broken arm and your refusal to eat I'm surprised
but what's a relationship between lover without a few surprises
I'm still stronger though
I can still pin you down with ease
but If you take me by surprise….
I'll make sure to keep up my guard now
the warm crimson is dripping down on your face now
you look ethereal covered in crimson drops
Like glamours red rubies adorning your visage
I can feel the geyser of blood flow from my nose painting my lips a black cherry
the feeling of my warm crimson flowing down my neck and chest
look at this mess you made
won't you give me a kiss to atone
I'll kiss your shiner if you do
well it doesn't matter what you want
pressing my blood stained lips against your pale chapped lips
prying your lips open I force you to taste the sickly sweet iron liquid
a kiss to steal your breath I want to suffocate you dear