Blood
And I feel it flow
Beneath my skin
The gushing momentum
Driving sin
Breathing skin
His mercy I sometimes feel
Expiration and blood
His deal
My fate sealed
The Devil wears the colour so real
And I feel its flow
Deep within
Tearing at walls
Breathing skin
Fighting the box it is in
Alive and well
On a blood trail straight
to hell
Angels will fail
To lift the ail
Of my wound, and blood
tattoos
I am ending
Guilty of sin
I am weak
No life to live, no words
to speak
But my blood still flows
deep
Many flowers bloom
Yet I sit in a windowless
room
With only paintings of you
My fear
And memories so few
And my heart
What a sight
As it burns in the wax
In flames of light
But the blood flows on
In flames
And the angels still wait
I command, subconsciously
“Empty me”
Rinse the pails of blood
The parasites will surely
come
As I sleep
To feed, as I sleep
Water shed down the slopes
And cracks of my face
No one will save these
tears
Falling in their number
Free as the blood inside
of me
The angels will wait
For me, for you
Until empty lay the pails
of blood
