this blood is mine

(i believe) my angel wings are made
of rusted metal (razorblades) but i
strive for the chance to make them
something – anything – less sinful.
because each time i seek comfort in
Him, it seems to only leave me to
seek comfort in my blood (not His).

(i hear) people say that one must
struggle (and i won't let the devil win).

(i know) these tens of razorblades
will one day find themselves in the
trash bin to taunt me no more but i
don't know when i'll find (/have) the
strength to do such a (blissful) deed.

until then, this blood is mine.

May 17, 2006