Look into my eyes, are they not red enough to show how much danger they in?
Look at my skin, are they not ashy enough to tell you something.
Don't love me when the last blood drops. My lips are sealed, I can't construct you my emotions.... They are wild, they spread over the surface of my life.
They are deep, deeper than I imagine.

The ground I stand gets slippery, I slip down the hills, looking to the bloods that drip from the tree.
The man who died told me, he took away the sickness, but here I am, still can't feel the difference.

I don't want a white rose, neither do I want a red one. I don't want you to sing a sad tone, neither pay a last respect, cause you never even give me a first one.

To the Holy man whose blood ooz to save the world, save this world right here, I love you but deep down I don't want to meet you yet, let me tarry a while.
Heal this broken soul, part the path, and sing me a lullaby in my dreams, put me back together for I thread the road with torns and sharp blades.

I'll write to you again soon, lemme rest my pen and let the waters out deep from a dark soul.
© Fola_bird