You're Like Blood Money (Blood Money, Pt.1) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

It was all so false, blood money
It was unreal, those delusions you sold me, honey!
Your love became something distorted, deformed
Started to resemble hatred
The Skull, The Horns, The Thorns
Black Diamonds painted my fingers,
The blood eroding through my nails
I was Mary on her knees, oh yes;
—Hail Father, instead.
Hail—hail—hailed!
To You, My King, My Royal Master, My Father
Dead like a fling, my gorgeous disaster, why bother?
It wasn't authentic, just Blood Money
Your love had me fooled!
Oh yes, it did, honey!
So, I dance toward death now,
Death of love, death so near
'Goodbye! ' I shout as the money burns through you,
The end seduces me, as the blood soaks my hair.

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