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.