My first blood falls as the skin is pierced
The times we're in are fierce
It brings life and fertilizes
Before my worth arises, I curse the liars
From out the parks where we use sparks to escape the
fluttering dark
A calm recollection of a psalm is drawn to my heart
I conceive my part under a street light
When I no longer want to meet life
So I shed second blood to give my seeds
A chance to breathe just in case I leave
I face the eve of destruction, my spirits abduction
Drawn into a place I've never ducked in
I felt the bond when we touched and so I dropped my
third blood
And opened up a previously broken cut you've never
heard of
Stroking my potential and making love to the essential
Line between my mind and my soul but there is no
differential
Can you feel my whispers? Are they massaging your
contours?
Defining every shape of what we share
Millions of people hate but we care
Love is a reality, are we there?
I will cut a vein and sacrifice my fourth and final
blood to the connection;
To the resurrection; to the chance of emotional
infection;
To our affection that managed to stain the grains
Beyond the strains of pain until my veins are drained
© 2003 Joshua Stewart