Painting in Blood

Draw me back from the depths of darkness,
Remove the cloud of despair.
The desert I wander is only bleakness,
And the fear it steals my air.

The choking sand bury your rivers,
My soul runs ever dry.
You promised me many forevers,
But hide behind the sky.

You once called me your beloved,
I could scarce believe my ears.
To think that you could be so moved,
By the sound of all my tears.

You told me tight in your embrace,
And whisper to my heart.
“My daughter I see all that you face,
Let me turn your pain to art.”