The sky bleeds,
and it dripps for you.
Puddles collect,
and no one knew.
It dripps from my eyes,
-can't wash it away-
reality subsides,
with the break of each day.
It hasn't rained,
no clouds gather high.
bloody puddles remain,
rememberance of an everlasting cry.
This is my blood,
and it gives me life.
I'd give it to you,
if only you'd sigh.
I can't take back,
the awful things i said,
those lifeless words,
drentched in red.
To bring back yesterday,
I'd act differently.
To foresee today,
I'd tear you away. |
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