Bloodletter - Wovenwar

Blood letter

On a parchment so clean

But day by day the stainless

Fades from white to gray

Blood letter

Penned with pleading hands

A dialect of neglectedness

I’ll never understand

She’s writing red calligraphy

On the razor’s edge between

Hope and loss and out of ink

Blood letter

Doesn’t wear it on her sleeve

But knows the brush and depth to cut

To make the canvas bleed

Blood letter

Emblazoned on her skin

A gallery of tempt and pain

For which there is no end

She’s writing red calligraphy

On the razor’s edge between

Hope and loss and out of ink

On the razor’s edge between

A badge of honor

Or a wound that’s festering

I want to understand

Why won’t she let me in?

Why won’t she let me in?

A cry for help is now bleeding out

A cry for help is now bleeding out

I should have known that it wasn’t a show

I should have known, I should have known

She’s writing red calligraphy

On the razor’s edge between

Hope and loss and out of ink

On the razor’s edge between

A badge of honor

Or a wound that’s festering

I want to understand

Why won’t she let me in?

A cry for help is now bleeding out

A cry for help is now bleeding out