Crestfallen

I pass the torch and take your hand,
The taste of blood,
It lingers still.
A detrimental circumstance,
That creeps around my veins until,
Your words pollute my mind and still,
We run with knives and crave the thrill.
As the profane stays to see the end of all they survey,
Turn the tide away.
Drown alone in death and decay.
Keep the sacred safe to see the end of all that remains,
Hold the dark at bay,
Your secret’s safe with me.
A shadowed face,
A blackened tongue,
A poisoned mandate that we’ve sung,
And celebrated through the years,
But left to time to reappear.
Your words pollute my mind and still,
We run with knives and crave the thrill.