"Immortal, mine"

Maybe...you can tell me?

Blood. It is the Grail.
  Drips from a nail,
 He makes no sound.
  Blood.A man can't breathe;
 though others grieve,
  Tears soak the ground.
 Blood.Shame was revealed;
  transfused, to shield,
 hiding aborted.
  Blood.Traces of me and you;
 this body black and blue,
  death has been courted.
 Blood. Tortured soul am I;
  mirror asking why,
 there's no regret?
  Blood.Every drop I taste;
 is simply His to waste,
  should He grow thirsty, yet.

Author's Note

Just...do it...

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

Very dark and has a slight vampiric feel to it. Still very well written, and i had to read it multiple times to get the full affect. You are overflowing with talent

[Kenneth The Poet]

Can anyone say Good Friday? Nice work.

[Raven Starhawk]

Magnificent imagery ties up in your well chosen words. I love how you painted this with macabre details.