Our Blood is Holy by Ezra S.

i cut my wrists in the snow
my blood spills, steady and slow
pure white becomes crimson red
on this spot, i shall not tread
for our blood is holy
I'm draining my sins slowly
and it may be pitiful
but i wanted to destroy
something beautiful
and beauty is snow, pure white
not myself, far from the light.

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