Blood Soaked Soul

I paid a subscription to your diary

I paid a fee to have a piece of your heart

I paid the gatekeeper to find the key

And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage

I paid the politicians to write a book of lies

I paid the servants to disservice the king

I paid the sinners to sell their crimes

And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage

I paid the witnesses to run away

I paid the fortune teller to paint a picture

I paid the artist to forecast golden dreams

And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage

I paid the hunter to kill the enemy

I paid the invader to seek out the truth

I paid the villain to stab me with fears

And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage


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27 Comments

  1. Wow. Firstly, the photo is perfection. I can’t tell you how many days I feel that way.

    This is very intense. Kind of hurts, but feels like you understand how it feels to watch someone struggle with the duality of the inner and outer self.

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  2. interesting concept.
    I’m picturing someone in line to get judged by St Peter at the gates of heaven, getting very anxious about the life he had led.

    we’re all sinners, and if the heaven screening process works the way it does in movies then there’s a good chance we’re all going to hell.
    lol 😛

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