Grief Infernal

Bleed my heart, bleed the sheet
Bleed and die in your seat
Boiled is your cold
Cold is your heat

Bleed the blank of rain
Dew is tearful gain
Welled of raging words
Showered of heavens fain

Know your dreams are
In the hand of the far
Periods of destinies
Poured in jar

The jar of suffocation
Bent of lamentation
Though said of grief
Worthy of liberation

Know exists not the Christ
Nor Mohamed in the fight
But in the dimness of fear
Faked in light

And you my heart tend to know
Love is capable to go
Distant miles bitter
And bitter seas to row

And will your beat die
Of sadness shy
And tear unfallen
Kept in eye

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