Blue blood

TW

I will be all the evil you have seen
all the hate you could feel
every hell hole you have been,
sending Christmas cards with a blue blood seal.

I’ll be a slap on the face
where you turn when life is kind
when you can't take the rat race,
I am all the vices you will not leave behind.

You will be a martyr of me
shackled down to a cause
on an altar I never will see,
though I hear you worship my flaws.

You will take your own hand
raise your own blade
and as you sink into reddened sand
it won’t occur to you,
that is not what I ever once said.