This is a poem called
You in the middle of the night I
found Nous bleeding out in the bathtub
Crimson reason choked the draining
Me is what you said I was too much
Made in the likeness of a man
Ginomai, good god damn
Can’t rid my porcelain shell of all this blood
Stains my lips now your lips spread
a dark red truth,
the great god Nous
is dead