Sit back and watch it bleed
Drops splashing down like fire
The plain of your soul burning again

Close your eyes and let it feed
Gnashing bloody teeth caked with mire
Devouring your being, replacing your flesh with pain

Burning, tearing
Each is sharing
As your heart sings
A mortician's lullaby

Would that I were part of the pain
For then I could refrain
From listening to my soul's screams
Strung up and flayed
It's past time that I prayed
But this is part of my time
This is part of my rhyme
This is part of me

So I embrace the pain
It doesn't stop the crying
I feel old wounds open again
Doesn't stop the dying

A rosebud blooming inside of me
My blood its petals opening where eyes cannot see
Each heartbeat laced with thorns that bite
Each moment filled with pain and spite
As the roots take hold in my heart
Clogging up my will as I start
To fall into the ground, the flower begins to bloom
My end it's beginning as it feasts upon my doom

Glass dust in my eyes
Makes them burn
My soul the devil's prize
And I yearn

Show me the Light again
I know the way
Raise me out of my sin
This is what I pray

But no matter the prayer and no matter the art
Little can anyone do to stem to bleeding of my heart

While I may tire of this
In reality little seems amiss
It is part of my being
This is part of seeing
This is one of many of my faces
This is one of the many of the places
That I call home

10/17/2004