Rusty Oil Rags

Wrestling and restless

Tossing and tumbling

Hands slip and loss of grip

Body come crumbling down

Head crashes flat and loud

Rendezvous with table corners

Jagged point stabbing pound

Instant assault and rebound

Rusty aromas paint the room

Metallic and gory

Splash and slash the skin

Scrape the skull

Shredding soft spots

Opening the floodgates

Bloody droplets mat the hairs

Follicles clinging tight and bound

Together in messes drying solid

Rags pressed on head

One new after yet another

Band-aids sticky and watered down

Would do naught but stick to the hair

And bring more tears and pain

A painful hurt that cannot be patched

So simply as an open first aid kit

Soaking up the liquid rust

Eating supernatural fluid rushes

These rusty oil rags tainted

These rusty oil rags dizzying

These rusty oil rags tear-inducing

These rusty oil rags tossed aside

These rusty oil rags hidden

These rusty oil rags secret

We cannot let it be found

We cannot let them know

We cannot let death win

We cannot let anger hunt

We cannot let fury attack

Instead these rusty oil rags must burn

Instead we light the evidence

Instead we inflame in turn

Instead we’re infernos in this instance

Instead these rusty oil rags will churn