The wound cuts deep, I watch helpless
As my blood, my life force
That used to course pure through my veins
Seeps from the cut, helpless to the floor
The viscous pool grows, as my feeble heart drains
The pain will soon subside and ease, I know
Does no one hear my call?
Does no one care what happens to me?
The pain is easier now, easier than before
A strange darkness descends
A sea of blood opens before me
Crimson tide lapping at my feet
On the far side a light shines pure
Breaking through the darkness of before
My body is drifting now, pulled towards the light
The tide laps around me, warming my plight
As I reach the light a person is waiting
Lost souls flowing round his form
I feel the urge to enter, to join and merge
Is there is no one there to pull me back?
As I enter the light, I watch my body useless now fall back
To be engulfed in the crimson tide
Yet I cannot enter
My soul I must purge
I must go back
My eternal peace has been denied
About the Creator
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