Sleep.
Blood floods your exhausted mind.
Feel his kind brush that makes you young,
smell his thickness and sharpness.
You've always loved to be led by his eyes,
feeling your shoulders relieved.
"Why don't you help me?"
Damp smell mixed with your blood already caked.
The pain will not pass off until tomorrow...
if it'll pass.
Kiss the cross and drop the evil.
Get rid of your sins.
Kiss the cross and drop the evil.