Messiah’s Blood
I want to cover you in
All the dirt that I can find
Wrap you in tiny places
Disguised in blood of your own kind.
Breathe deep,
and deep,
and deeper…
Unwind.
Your literary hair is dripping wet
Birthing tears from every strand
Criticise the stains –
Messiah’s blood on cripple’s hands.
Breathe deep,
and deep,
and deeper…
Expand.
Sam van Zweden 
21/01/2011 at 7:47 am
Love it and now that I’ve heard you read, I can hear you read it in my hand.
21/01/2011 at 8:39 am
Thanks, Ben. It’s actually a reasonably old song that I wrote.
I’ll Facebook you a link to the song on myspace, it’s up there in all its embarrassing glory, haha.