Iain Cooper.
Blood Cup
Life
death
life
death
Got to choose
choose
Got to blade my arm up all red sloppy
Let the blood flow onto this special thing
Hammered from the skull of life
Forged with the fires of death
It's like a cup
Like a fucking cup
But a cup of sorrow, a cupful of pain
A cupful of tears, that fell like the rain
Like a cup
Like a fucking cup
Except it's divided into two bits
Marked (one) VITA (life)
Marked (t'other) MORTIS (death)
And I run the blood all trickle red down blood bleeding
Run drip drab drop go fall fall
Drop drip the blood into my magic special cup
And watch the two halves slowly fill up.
And which ever side doth be the fullest fill
This then be my fate tonight
Shall I live or shall I die?
Where's the hole drilled in which side?
I try.
Either way I drink the cup
LETTERS
My life is pain, I wish death was here
And end to writhing about in fear
Of when the postmen next will knock
Coz in his letters, death's clock! TICK TOCK!
You write me every day, it hurts
The power of your words, ten gigahertz
And so I take my letter-knife
And put an end to this cacky life
Your letters tell me you love me
But what's to love? I cannot see
So I write you back in words of blood
Bleeding like I darned well should
See my blood bled on the page!
See my blood bled in my rage!
See my bleeding! FUCKING LOOK!
I shalln't return that libr'y book!