That Day You Opened Up Your Veins

That day you opened up your veins We thought you were trying To give away your soul to us So we might have left you there too long: No one wanted to disturb All that pretty, florid richness, bubbling out And it left a beautiful paisley imprint As looking out, through your stained glass, We could see the world bleeding out too: Division, disappointment, greed; Great running rivulets, of time's acid bath But we've sugar-coated it over now Sliding around, falling over each other Touching our fingers, to our mouths, Never sure who's stinging fire of blood We're tasting; there's been so many since- Even the fountains spray blood now, Like wine, of the new transmutation; And sitting rulers bathe in it, Hoping for good luck, eternal life, balance of yin and yang, Your name, as magic eight ball, lucky rabbits foot; While we slink around, fingers to our lips Waiting for the day your blood finally finds it's voice And begins to scream out loud.