Blood woman

blood bitch

there's a corona

a corona swelling.  

Pressing hands against this scar

there's no warmth, there's no warmth to be felt.  

Don't damage my altar, don't damn this cold flame.

Neither one or the other has much form or shape.  

Cold burns powerful, has powerful needs, holds back 

what's my worth?  

There's a fire, I'll paint the blood bitch, the blood bitch black.  

Lift or carry us, you're the same old song.