My blood cannot clean you

My blood cannot clean you
It is useless like a stain upon the ground
It knows the art of pain
In an old masterpiece covered in grime

My blood if it were lost
You would not need so desperately
All things bleed and dry
And they satisfy no one in the end

My blood feeds life to my soul
Only for me and not you
Like a precious jewel
That vanishes in the vein

And calls out – time to sleep

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