You are cold

You are so cold
Take it away from me
These cold hands
Cooling my heart
Touch of it 
You grabbed for
A piece of it 
You’ve bitten
Crimson 
Stickish and thickening 
These shoe marks on pedestrian gravel 
And polished asphalt
Side hit the polished leather
You walk on it
Have you polished your shoes this morning?
To leave your mark
Sticky and heavy
The crimson
Is thickening
No no
We dont want any marks 
Clean it
Wash it
Take it
Leave it
Just 
Kill it

Stitching
along the line
Every stitch is fresh automatic and sound
There is no such a thing as returning
Every sound you make
Becomes silent