Wormapple - Part One - 4. Blood

"Blood stains the hands of those who pray too soon and act too late."

{From The Voice Of The Believer}

BLOOD

Dripping slow, like a whispered curse,
A crimson tide, a love reversed.
Empty veins and hollow eyes,
A heartbeat lost in the blackened skies.

You never saw me fade away,
I will haunt you night and day…

Blood, stains the hands of the ones who prayed,
Blood, flows like words they never said.
Blood, now they cry, now they mourn,
But I was bleeding all along.

I reached out, but no one came,
Left to drown in my own name.
Now they whisper, now they grieve,
Now they beg for a new belief.

Too late to hold what you ignored,
I will haunt you forevermore…

Blood, stains the hands of the ones who prayed,
Blood, flows like words they never said.
Blood, now they cry, now they mourn,
But I was bleeding all along.

Candles flicker, shadows dance,
A eulogy for my last chance.
You love me now, but where were you,
When my world faded from view?

Blood, stains the hands of the ones who prayed,
Blood, flows like words they never said.
Blood, now they cry, now they mourn,
But I was bleeding all along.

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