Saturday, November 19, 2011

A Pool of Blood

Swimming in the crimson
Knowing where it came from
And crying
But needing its power
To heal
By the blood
I am swimming endlessly
In the swirling thick
Viscous red wet
Of the blood
And I am renewed
When the blood cleans me
But sorrow
The toll I caused him
To pay
Nails to be hammered
Sacrifices to be made
I await tomorrow
And begin again