Let It Bleed Poem by Richard Hovelsrud

Why is sin free?
You murder my fantasy, and it kills me,
When you try to rise above me!
It is easy to hear silence in darkness,
I can taste coldness in this mist,
No doubt our fate is not done yet.

Let it bleed then you’ll see, why you should have never loved me,
Cut me until you miss me, and then let your hate kiss me,
Let it bleed.


Sanctions of faith are not for the faint of heart,
Beware of what you start; devotion is not an art,
I think the Devil is a poet with a jaded heart.
I would sell my soul to get even with you,
You are the reason my eyes have turned so dark.

Let it bleed then you’ll see, why you should have never loved me,
Cut me until you miss me, and then let your hate kiss me,
Let it bleed.

We are under black skies,
Surrounded by this vision of madness that bleeds through red eyes,
Which one of our souls will make it out alive?
Let me kiss you’re cursed lips, then bite me until we exchange sins.

Let it bleed then you’ll see, why you should have never loved me,
Cut me until you miss me, and then let your hate kiss me,
Let it bleed.
Let it bleed then you’ll see, why you should have never loved me,
Cut me until you miss me, and then let your hate kiss me,
Let it bleed.
Let it bleed.
Let it bleed.