That day you opened up your veins

That day you opened up your veins

We thought you were trying

To give away your soul to us

So we might have left you there too long:

No one wanted to disturb

All that pretty, florid richness, bubbling out

And it left a beautiful paisley imprint

As looking out, through your stained glass,

We could see the world bleeding out too:

Division, disappointment, greed;

Great running rivulets, of time's acid bath

But we've sugar-coated it over now

Sliding around, falling over each other

Touching our fingers, to our mouths,

Never sure who's stinging fire of blood

We're tasting; there's been so many since-

Even the fountains spray blood now,

Like wine, of the new transmutation;

And sitting rulers bathe in it,

Hoping for good luck, eternal life, balance of yin and yang,

Your name, as magic eight ball, lucky rabbits foot;

While we slink around, fingers to our lips

Waiting for the day your blood finally finds it's voice

And begins to scream out loud.