Blood...

Blood... and lots of it.

Blood on my arm,

Blood in my head,

Neither one matters,

If the other is dead.

Blood in my eyes,

Blood on my hands,

The knife stained scarlet,

To pour warm on the lands.

Blood on my tongue,

Blood in my throat,

Each tiny drop,

Filling the moat.

Your blood in the cup grasped tight in my hand,

My blood on the floor just like the demand,

Blood on the alter that lines the wall,

Blood on the Holy Book stopping my fall,

Your blood mixed with mine that lets the melody sing,

My blood starts to thicken and cause a hard skin,

Blood on the sacrifice to mark the exit of life,

Blood on the Lord who bathes with the wife,

Your blood on the ceiling to complete the last rites,

My blood on the lamp shade glowing red in the lights,

Blood on your shoes as you wade through the pool,

Blood in my mind that makes me the fool.

Blood on my arm,

Blood in my head,

Neither one matters,

If the other is dead.

Blood in my eyes,

Blood in my mind,

Blood on my sanity,

That is not left to find.

Blood...

Blood...

Blood...

Good... 

The End

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