Bleeding
By Nate Crane
Blood, a precious thing
Why do you leave me so
Why do you seek relief for the misfortunes I see
To run from my fears you replied
Blood, a precious thing
You drip down my arm sweet-fully
You hide from me and yet you speak to me
Come back blood, my precious thing
Blood, my precious thing
You run, you hide, you flee my soul
I will find you, for you are mine and mine alone
I pounded, and beaded, the souls you seek
Blood, you damn thing
I'm surrounded by you thrive by you
What is wrong with you?
I killed for you, and, and now I die for you