Bleeding Breath
With in her breath it bleeds
Quivering chills from memory seed
Thy longing thought of a dying need
Plunging deep into her soul
Fingers clinging, gripping to let go
Pain trickles thy rhythm flow
Stroking thy heart in her winters lair
Thy only warmth is a flickering stare
Of fires shadows of thy children once bare
Flames dance upon thy breeze
With in its breath it bleeds
Burning thy flesh it feeds
Its hunger, its dying need
Plunging deep into my soul
Pain trickles thy rhythm flow
Fingers gripping, clinging to let go
Of thy darkness, preying on her light
Begging for her sins, clipping her flight
Wings broken, victory in her sight
Within death lies a memory seed
A dangling thought she bleeds
For life is no longer her dying need
Pain trickles in thy depth of her soul
Fingers gripping, now let go
Plunging freedom, heaven she now bestow
Deanne
3-03-2004