Bleeding Ghosts

I’m bleeding ghosts, a nimbus scar, alive the death, a soul
Ajar. And fantast love, a fractured light, aflame the core, a
Phantom life. My fallin’ corpse, a risen breath, a heave of
Heart, the spark of death. And darkest light, the crypt of
Script, a silken cloth, a saint adrift. My rift and woe, my
Fatal tear, a nimbus scar, a sated spear. And die to live,
Alive the womb, a bless-ed grief, a haven tomb. And velvet
Light, a phrenic love, the grit of bone, my bluish blood.

I’m bleeding ghosts, a nimbus scar, alive the death, a soul
Ajar. And blood to wound, the weal of wings, the flight of
Sin, the dance of dreams. My gothic vim, alight the heart,
Extinguish hell, infuse the spark. For fated arc, a cycle
Rich, a flux aflare, a soul to flinch. And fantast love, a
Fractured light, aflame the core, a phantom life.