Fear Me

Fear me, weakling

For I am death

I will steal your life

And offer you

Bondage, in return.

I will stand between

You, and your friends

You, and your loves

You, and God himself

I promise you peace

For a season

But there is a price -

Guilt and shame

I will free you

From the sorrows of your past

But bind you

With darkness in the present.

I will cause you

To forsake all

That you hold dear.

Fear me, weakling,

For I am death.
I am blade and blood,

And I will steal your life.

O Blade, O Blood

O Blade, I love thee.

O Blood, I desire thee.

Thou art precious to me

More precious thou art

Than that which shouldst

Be more precious than all.

More precious thou art

Than love, and Love

Time, and time again

Thou hast been so proven

More precious thou art

Than honesty, and honor

Thou providest a mask

To wear, and thereby lie

More precious thou art

Than Word, and God

Thou has usurped

Their place in my heart

O Blade, bind thou my heart

O Blood, chain thou me fast

I desire thy bondage

Thy power hast me in thrall

But not unwillingly.

Build thou thy walls

Leave no gate nor fault

Shut thou me off

From love and friend

Thou hast captured my soul

Thou, O Blade, slice and harm

Thou, O Blood, run down

Upon the ground.

Thou art my god

I have crowned thee

Master of my life

Hold thou my heart!

Let not God draw it

Let not love corrupt it

More precious thou art

Than beauty, and joy

Let thine shadows obscure

All that giveth peace

Flourish thou in thy darkness

O Blade, keep thou me fast

O Blood, hold thou my heart!

Find Me Freedom

Find me

Freedom

Hurt me

No more!

Razor

Calling

Must I

Answer?

O God!

Abba!

Save me!

Shield me!

I beg

Humble

Broken

Worthless

Nothing

Such pain!

At least

I live.

At least

I love.

At least

I hope.

I must.

O Christ!

Hold me!

Love me!

Forgive!

But, God...

I'm blind.

No light.

Hope fades.

Razor's

Calling

Are you?

Shepherd

Guide me

Feed me

Guard me

Judgment!

Coming

For me

I sowed

Anger

And fear

And hate

And shame

I reap

The same.

Find me

Freedom!

Bind me

No more!

Siren Song

A tune, half-heard

Floating past on

Unseen wings.

A siren song

Calling to me

"Come! Find the place

Of crimson peace."

The melody of blade and blood.

It rises, falls

Haunting my dreams

"Do not stay here -

Release the pain

Let healing come

Ease aching heart."

The melody of blade and blood.

Whispers in my ear

Calling, calling

Promising peace

Offering hope,

The melody of blade and blood.

Reflections upon the Past

My infant son lies near me,

Powerful evidence of what is

But tonight my thoughts turn

Backward, to what was

My intentions were not clear that night

Did I desire to die?
Or just to leave this life?

If I wanted to die, why tell?

But if not, why put knife to wrist?

Not once, but several times

I searched for veins

But then came the pounding...

No friend ever knocked like that.

I was angry. I hated them

For coming to my door

Perhaps I did mean to succeed, then
I was so tired after that

Tired physically, oh yes -

I lost a good bit of blood

But more than that

So tired of half-trying

Of wanting and not wanting

Of falling and not caring

Of looks, and smiles, and lies

I wanted them to be over

They would have ended with my life.