Crimson Immortality

Razor-Whipped -- Internal and External,
Drained of all life, capturing its flow,
Any way one can capture the precious red life.

Cutting, piercing, flogging one's heart,
Beaten by one's own hands.
Self is the cruelest enemy of humanity,
The mirror reflects one's worst enemy.

Self-annihilation, you feel, will banish-
Perpetual agony beating at the very core.
A slash for every anguishing moment,
Fitting you believe for one so guilty.

Thirty-nine, the count born on
Blameless Flesh -- Inflicted for Healing,
And escape from self's nemesis.

Deep pain, crimson river, endured
With love for so many.
Deity, cast off, humanity worn, an
Unbefitting garment for purity.

Immortals of Heaven's abode,
Cried and Cringed -- To Witness
Perfection's death. Mortals
Wept as the agony was
Imminent in His last breath.

There was beauty in His face,
Though no longer that of humankind.
Power and grace to all who believed
In the river of red as new life given.

And trust in this flow, forever
Will give Life -- Mortality for
Immortality. The trusting soul
Rescued from the damned.

Delsia Marie Hall