Under an ice blue moon
with no shadow cast
We walk backwards
slow steady secure
towards a hole in the earth
we summoned but
never predicted
Speaking in tongues
of long dead language
and long lost lovers
their graves already dug
not yet filled
and will not be
til we add our sweetest
of bloods
the one that pumps
so deep red it's
almost blackened
Only thru acts of
the greatest sacrifice-
that of our wants and needs
the sum total of ourselves
Can we ensure compliance
the hole made whole
as truth runs thru arteries
down a razor kissed wrist?
and out of our selfish bodies
into a passion pit teeming
with ghosts of a
former existence
it's the way things must be
expectations equal letdown
so we perform rituals
that represent the pure desperation of desire
It hurts to love
more than any break or wound
we could possibly endure
but this slicing ensures
our devotion is known
We bleed for the ones
who dont want to stitch us
We die for them
when they can not
live for us
calling upon forces
pleading with magic
emptying our circulation
to fill up our hearts
with one last lost phrase
uttered in unison
cherished items tossed
in bonfire
we call upon the Old Ones
to spark this magic
extoll our slighted
and return to the soil
the love of our lives
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