Living Sacrifice Poem by Sven Rhoads

My blood is never good enough
These tears dont cleanse away the pain
The flesh that hides my beaten soul
Feels the salt in every single wound
My purpose is just not meant for love
Only a future painted in crimson stains
Everyday I can feel it all taking its toll
But sweet release is never coming soon

I've given all that I've got for you
And here again you left me bleeding
My true colors are made of black and blue
Just to satisfy the eternal feeding

I'm living as a sacrifice
Walking on the edge of death
When the skin is cold as ice
And the reapers breathing on your neck
I'm only here to give up my life
To embrace the suffering pain
You hold me close with the edge of a knife
Just kill me enough so I can remain

My pain is just never too much
This hate that burns like a thousand suns
The heavy breathing of a rundown man
Looks upon you will nothing but disdain
My body is so broken by every touch
Yet I still rise to face the barrel of a gun
Why doesnt the hourglass run out of sand
Living sacrifice, salvation through pain

My blood is just never enough
My purpose not meant for love
My pain is never too much
My body broken by your touch