This Blood I Have Shed


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This blood I have shed for you. To free you. To stop the pain.

He will not hurt you, touch you, make you his, ever again, ever again.

My sins overwhelm me constantly but I’m not alone.

All of those threatening hang ups on your telephone.

Are gone, gone, gone.


This life I would give for you, let them do as they may

I’ve nothing to offer them, the world, or anyone, anyway

Except what I shed for you, blood rich and cold

A comfort, a memory, for when you are old and

I’m gone, gone, gone


You made me a killer but it’s willingly done

I have to depart now, my world you must shun

Your purity, your innocence, your freedom is all

I’m Lucifer kissing his God at the fall

And he’s gone, gone, gone.

(c ) Helen M Valentina 2018


About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to This Blood I Have Shed

  1. Whew. A tough one, Helen. Excellent.

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