A Life For A Life
Monosyllabic clicks they bare.
And the whispers of dawn sweep through my hair.
An elderly thorn with more prick than resign,
Blackmail the punished; they will be mine.
Though timely deaths creep back awhile
They never cease to charm and beguile.
But it isn’t the claws that pull us in
With the weight of every cause and sin,
But the memories of those that we knew
That send us up, and out, and through.
So willingly we give our lives,
After all our passionate struggles and strives.
And as the wind cleanses us of life,
The last thing you knew was blood on a knife.
And ‘ever the drip of the cooling blood
Will replace whatever your heart never could.
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