Pitter Patter

Pitter, patter, or is it softly spatter.
Slowly, quickly, draining me.
Spitter, spatter, making red ruins on my floor .
Life has slowed me down right now.

I ignore the beating on my door.
I made no phone call, no note
So I can just ignore the bass tempo on my door
Splutter, then splatter my veins must be sore
why cant they just pour.

Pitter, patter
how my veins do splutter
why cant it be faster.
I thought I'd be dying, not a wedge to my door.
They are shouting my name and trying to push through.
I'm not sure what my body can  do.
I wanted to be gone, before they were here.

Pitter, patter,  I try to remember my name
I shout them to run away,
I did this to myself because I didn't have a gun.
I know I'll turn into one.
The bite I cant take it back.

But I can make my death my own.
I shout run, then run again.
I hope they hear, because I can only hear
pitter, patter, as my veins let my blood
spatter spatter.
And instead of being dead,  I hunger again