crimson

spilling soot across a voice ...
so broken ...... so humbled by mortality
against your headwounds red glair
I see me reaching twords ......
what leaves me hopeless ......
and unwilling to seek withdraw
from this wreakless grip you hold on me
rusted chains suspend my body
hooks beneath my flesh bind
a grim conection between Love and Pain
tha still entreages my black heart
leave me shamed and broken ......
half blind and weary .....
colapse my soul upon itself
and take my will to speak
you are the catalist ...
to numb this cold embrace
between advent hours.....
and unchanging memories
we'll clear the leaves away