shrill

Exorcise these emotions

Slice a silvered wrist

Ha this blade is rusty now

 

This scar

Elongated with time

Bares your name

 

This blood seeps from calloused wound

Does not run true

 

This blood that seeps from a wound within

Is not the right hue

 

Travelled in time 

Remembered in skin

Dilated pupils capture the light

This blood runs raven black

 

Clouded in horizons choice

Litters seldom viewed

Partake of natures flesh

Chosen from a vines ripened treasure

 

This blood it colours in stains of remembrance

A simple memory

 

This blood recalls a varied footfall

Holds a palm out for you

 

Celebrate with blood red wine

Drink of the harvest blessed

Yet this blade still sings for you

 

it sings

it sings

it sings