Blood

I can feel it run its course
That which sustains our life
That which brings us death
That which is corruptible;
Blood

Eroding away at fragile bodies
Veins becoming thinner and thinner
Gathering disease, fighting sickness
That which is corruptible;
Blood

Take this thing away from me
Penetrate the protective skin
Feel the paradoxical fluid leaving
Releasing me from mortality;
Bleed

A perfect body
One that knows no sickness
Perfection shaped with flesh and bone
A body incorruptible;
Bloodless