My soul
needs you
Pale
friend
Sinful
Ghost
Redeeming
pain.
I crave
the cleansing flow
Of hurt
and hate
That
floods my heart
And
drenches my arms
In its
embrace.
The smooth
caress of
Shameful
blood
Helps to
quench
The hate
The sorrow
And
endless hurt.
Maybe soon
Dark blood
will rise
And
overwhelm me.
Please
Sinful
friend
And pale
ghost
Draw
healing death
In my
blood.
