eidolon

the seeping... [written April 1st 2004]

Gouging claws shred through flesh like pain cuts through
the soul.

Jagged edges enflamed and raw… gaping wide to reveal within
the tender, no longer protected, interior.

I see the world through bloodshot eyes
Streets filled with blood from distant lies.
The dogs of war never compromise,
No real time for rearranging.

Disappointments are these claws that open gaping wounds.
Lies like acid poured into the hole to sizzle and burn…
eating through that which is exposed.
Wounds left unhealed fester as claws sink in again and
again like the wild, uncontrolled fury of a large cat.

"Help me Jesus, Help me clean my wounds"
He said he cannot heal that kind.
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
He said it happens every time...

When the soul bleeds, no one can see the seeping droplets
of its life pour out onto the earth to turn nurturing brown
to a morbidly sickening sticky red.

How long can the soul bleed before hope no longer exists…
before trust and faith become bitter memories of a
disillusioned mind?

Black on black gives me a heart attack
And the silence makes it deadly.
Some choose to kill with simple will.
I've seen them fall fast and steady.

How long can it bleed before the soul dies?

When does the soul shut down… give up… accepting that it
will never be whole? Accepting that there is not one person
who exists worth the chance of another scrape of those
claws through the ravaged and infected wound.

"Help me Jesus, Help me clean my wounds"
He said he cannot heal that kind.
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
He said it happens every time...

When does one accept that the next slash might be the last
and take the precautions necessary to protect oneself from
that killing blow?

Now?

It should be now… so why is it so difficult to do?

Lyrics courtesy of “Clean My Wounds” by Corrosion
of Conformity.