issue of blood

sometimes the devil tells the truth
every now and then the devil is you
i know because i killed my savior
and i think it was the right thing to do

but the blood don't stop
the blood just go
out of my body
i follow the flow
out of my mind
where nobody knows
'cause inside is hell
though the hell that i chose
*
don't know how
i'm gonna keep on livin'
even the devil
wants to be forgiven

don't know if it will ever stop
and perhaps i deserve
the kundalini scarlet mark
still smelling of life and earth

but if it doesn't
then soon i might be empty
though i suppose it's better
than being full with memory

so blood, don't stop
blood, just go
out of my body
i'll follow the flow
out of my mind
to find some relief
from loving that which gave me
its poor soul to keep
*
don't know how
i'm gonna keep on livin'
even the devil
wants to be forgiven