Brubs

My heart still thumps as I bleed
And all your friends come sniffing

Triangles are my favourite shape
Three points where two lines meet
Toe to toe, back to back, let's go

Three guns and one goes off

one's empty, one's not quick enough
One burn, one red, one grin
Search the graves while the camera spins
Chunks of you will sink down to the seals
Blubber rich in mourning
They'll nosh you up, yes, they'll nosh the love away, but it's fair to say
You will still haunt me