What is blood when there is soul?

What does it matter if the crimson drips from you, slipping away into an abyss that you are unable to reach? Why would you care if it does not drive you, does not hold you, does not push and pull and rip and tear? It pounds within you, sustaining that which is the flesh. Each substance is essential to the living body, but losing blood is nothing to losing soul. Life runs within them both, but what is life without soul? What is soul without heart?

What is heart without blood?

Drive the blood from your body and replace it with soul. Press the blade to your skin. Feel the flesh break at your touch and know that you can control. Blood oozes, but you know the truth. The truth of the soul.

What is soul when there is blood to spill?

Rip the skin and tear the flesh and know that you have sinned to save your soul.