Blood Ties

I’m the blood pouring from your hands, I am the blood dripping down the side of your mouth. If I could just seep through your skin and into your heart, all would be well. Come and find me, come and sing to me, come and save me from the ghosts. The dark calls me like a sister, but I don’t live there anymore. I’m still waiting for the last strands of it to be pulled from my lungs.