Justified By Blood

I wish to be justified I want justification I check all of the angles Yet I lack inclination I'm drawn to lesser things The pleasured dark places All of the brighter bits vanish between spaces Hurting and wanting intense variable extremes Tearing, ripping, shredding through the fabric of my dreams I pound desperately on mirrors ten thousand shards of slivered glass They lay on the floor like questions and cut me deeply as I pass Strange droplets of pleasure as blood oozes from my feet Smeared on reflective surfaces the residual pain of a sad heart beat The more I resist my truer nature the further down to the abys I go what seemed almost innocent in the beginning has helped my inner conflict to grow In the end I need a more potent blood So I reach up towards a Loving pierced hand It was never about having to change myself What I tried to know I now understand Blood of redemption a strange thing The fabric of my life is restored A price paid by a blameless soul A price paid that I could never afford!