IMAGINE the eyes of a cold-blooded murderer
standing over your body
as you gasp desperately for bits of oxygen,
knowing you’re
fading…
into the abyss of eternity
IMAGINE
looking into his eyes..
face folded into a smirk
though you swear you can see remorse…
your agony, _ his blanket of relish!
you pray he can hear the anger in your pain as your eyes dim..
IMAGINE
him holding the knife he used..
raw steel now with pieces of flesh attached
dripping drops of blood,
blood FROM you,…..blood OF you..
“outside its vessel, blood coagulates…it stales”
so you know death is close…..
IMAGINE you’re that cold-blooded murderer,
stabbing Christ repeatedly with knives of sin at Golgotha!
Imagine looking in HIS eyes
expecting hate but tasting love..
“outside its vessel, death, HIS BLOOD settles!”
Somehow, this BLOOD,
IT feeds…
IT cleans….
IT breathes………
~sheyla~