Crimson Static

 consume all the silence that's left in my head
i haven't been quiet in like a week
you are the thoughts I need to shed
lurking like the wolves for sheep
just beyond the fences of sleep
where my heart lies - ripe for you to reap
rip it open, pomegranate seeds
hit the soil, roll up to my feet
try to hide your crimson deeds
with sounds cripplingly sweet
a hoarder's bloody fingers
reaching for the harvest
and the static lingers...

C, @luneandlyrik