Blood Run

A bullet of light and sound,
Thunder, crash to my side-
Drunken born with Fatal Intent.
You say hang on like I have a choice!

No sight for the blood running-
No touch felt for the numbing-
Cannot feel, cannot be!

I hear the hands of time, ticking me away;
Moving against me like black knights of force-
You say it’ll be okay, I know you want it to;
So why can’t I move to hold you, to save me?

No sight for the blood running-
No touch felt for the numbing-
Cannot feel, cannot be!

I wake feeling Broken, Lonely;
Excruciating lies tell me I’m fine;
I’m lying too, Immobile, Shattered.
Not the picture of love you’d expect!

My sight is Calloused, Biased-
You I do not fault, my love;
My feeling blindingly numb, completely painless-
Your touch is all I recognize!

Your blood runs cold-
Do you think I blame you?
Mine is the same, Coagulated;
I blame the Bullet, not the Wound!