Justified By Blood
I wish to be justified
I want justification
I check all of the angles
Yet I lack inclination
I'm drawn to lesser things
The pleasured dark places
All of the brighter bits
vanish between spaces
Hurting and wanting
intense variable extremes
Tearing, ripping, shredding
through the fabric of my dreams
I pound desperately on mirrors
ten thousand shards of slivered glass
They lay on the floor like questions
and cut me deeply as I pass
Strange droplets of pleasure
as blood oozes from my feet
Smeared on reflective surfaces
the residual pain of a sad heart beat
The more I resist my truer nature
the further down to the abys I go
what seemed almost innocent in the beginning
has helped my inner conflict to grow
In the end I need a more potent blood
So I reach up towards a Loving pierced hand
It was never about having to change myself
What I tried to know I now understand
Blood of redemption a strange thing
The fabric of my life is restored
A price paid by a blameless soul
A price paid that I could never afford!
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