Genealogy

If there is meaning in life at all, then there must be meaning in suffering.

drained of my will
she bleeds me dry
blood of my blood
whose blood-red eye
fixes upon me
holds me fast
here where the chains
of family cast
intricate shadows
on my fate
blind obligation
love and hate
home is my coffin
native earth
carries the curse
passed on at birth
drained of my essence
left undead
empty of dreams
of spirit bled
blood of her blood
to darkness born
is it my doom
the day to mourn
prisoner-servant
of the night
stealer of spirits
thief of light?
will you, my love,
my victim be
or will your love
bring sanctity?

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