Blood Offering

Scourge, scourge, filthy blood will rain. It makes me feel a lesser pain. Drip, drip crimson flow. Please make the pain go. Burn, burn ice cold blade. Make my endless sorrow fade. My inadequacies to fit in group. I never thought I'd say it or stoop. Part of a group, a sanctuary from home. Where anger forms part of the very loam. So burn and break and make me bleed. Let all you demons now take heed. Slash at me, at who I am. I'm your sacrificial lamb. Bleed it out, may the pain leave. Pray my blood bring me reprieve.