POEM (050) Blood down the line

Blood down the line

Holding the cotton in line,
holding, balancing in time,
grasping at thin hair in the air,
hovering over the dragons lair.

I can’t keep on going,
forever sensed unknowing.
I can’t keep on trying,
when you return with lying.

Cut through what I’ve palmed,
show my cards down the pit,
my soul ready for to be embalmed,
firing the commission crypt.

Blood down the line,
white bandaged cotton faded red,
Blood down the line,
dripping from my soul to my head.

I can’t keep on holding,
this cottons about to split,
I can’t keep holding,
my life’s about to be ripped.

Blood down the line,
feeding my dragons appetite,
snarling in this crimson of mine,
ready to halt my waning fight.

I need to keep on trying,
this lifeline has ripped,
I need to keep on trying,
after my soul has slipped.

Bandage my bleeding cuts,
repair my ghastly hands,
feed him from blood to nuts,
Let this smash those time sands.

I can’t hold on forever,
there’s not enough blood to last,
I can’t hold on forever,
bandages will not repair my past.