I am burdened by the knowledge
Of a release that does not come
From knife blade I now acknowledge
Though pierced journey has just begun.
Now marked in time with all the rest
Through forward chain of word to deed,
Reined humanity at its' best
Agonys' blood I now concede.
Crimson river flows quick and fast
In veins that constrict and expand
With rush of recalled trials past
Gushing forth by destiny's hand.
The blade is plunged into the soul
And then drawn slowly to ensure
That pain is held as the final goal
It's mortal throb I do endure.
Dripping from wounds now slashed open
A chalice is held underneath
I wince as bled words are spoken:
Red wine of truth I now bequeath.
Of life's offering do we drink
While standing still with high ideal,
But hearts are stilled by what we think:
The knife's victim is always real.
Steeped in life's blood that ebbs and flows
I follow the stream wherever it goes.
I choose to drink and not partake
Of knifing for knifing's own sake.