Blood Impure
My heart in bondage,
bound by my blood,
blood believed shared,
shared by a friend,
truly blood shared
in deception.
My heart in bondage,
squeezed tighter by the day,
it makes me tear into my flesh.
I have to find relief
from the pressure,
I must make my blood flow.
My heart is in bondage,
drained of all love,
my relief is my blood.
There can be no mercy
from within me.
Mercy must come from
someone else.
Will you share the pureness
of your blood with me?
Without it I cannot stop the flow.
My heart is in bondage
from a bad love I shared.
I made her my sister,
It's our blood that we shared.
My heart is in bondage
until with another it's shared.
P. J. Campise
