“Black Blood Stains”

Oblong shapes that tear the flesh from bone

projected from the mind they split the stone.

Leave none alive they’ll dig and they’ll bite,

within you they breed and chaos they’ll incite.

Fingers held tight they hold you in chains,

their marks seen clear in the black blood stains.

Cleansed from your spirit the wash takes years,

the victory you seek is that of few cheers.

What you seek you will find in inner peace,

the prisoner within who demands the release.