Blood Runs Cold

» 25 February 2008

Slip away from me, as liquid leaves the blade
Drip-dry like rust
To desiccate and fade
From ruby red to ruddy jade
Brutal is our time on earth
In harsher climes
Filled with pain, anxiety
And vengeful crimes
Cold comfort is our coat of sallow flesh
To drape around our nakedness
Like brittle mesh
And yet we live on mortal scrape
On puddle sup
And dust to take
Intoxicate our shallow breath
With feeble meat and moment's rest
Our life lies
Ruined in our jealous eyes
Too cool the blood
Too warm our cries
To salt our tears, we know unwise
We thirst for more
As water dries
To satisfy, to satify
To satiate and gratify

Come wash in me with wrists unbound
Take what you need, leave what you found
Break not the vessel,
nor the soil
Mix not the blood within the oil
Draw back upon the sky
Like bird in flight
Fall back upon the earth in night
Leave not a light
Be still, like hollow bone
Till daylight come and dark be gone
This throne is earth
And all is one
One heaven and one hell collide
One heart is torn, one head denied
One life is man
One man is life
One victim, one is sacrificed
One time eternal, one true word
One grace, one faith, one endless God.

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