Blasphemy

It comes to me clearly 

Crisply in my hands 

Heavy behind my eyes-

Whose life for which I'd run

When the time came.

As I rage against myself 

The same weakness 

In me, is not to hold.

It bleeds cold 

Through and through 

I am alive 

Because of you.

It comes to me in 

Sunrise, by moonlight-

All there is

I'll sacrifice if I must.

A righteous man is naught 

Without a righteous love 

From which I take you-

I couldn't bare to return you 

To the dust.