The Bleeding
samaelhain
The Bleeding
You bleed, to feel fine
You don't share
You don't talk
I don't listen well
You cut, to be open
You close doors
You wall fear
I can't see in your soul
You burn to start anew
You don't heal
You scorch foundations
I can only smell your burning flesh
You say I'll never understand, History, Addiction and those trials Unfinished.
What of shared knowledge?
Shared pain?
What of shared steps?
You leave drops of blood to follow
I leave bloody footprints in your wake
You worship your pain
I am never admitted into your temple
You seek to drown the light, the voices, the end
I am tethered to that Abyss
Your brands, your cuts, what you do, think and feel
Recall this, what you call your art is only my pain
What is your understanding, is your selfish secret
No revelations have ever come... And I'm still asking
Inside, my brain burns
My spirit and my hopes are lacerated
Daily, moment to moment, I bleed
For you
We... Bleed... Together.