BLOOD
This trail of blood, red shadow on my pale skin
This is m hair the color of blood, as wisps of paths veins so sick
This is my eyes, puddles of crimson fire, tears ruby transparent
This is the blood, my blood that man have been seeking
The blood of a scared little animal,
And the blood of a terrified child.
This is the blood of my kind that they have spilled.
My heart is empty of joy,
I am filled with hatred,
Hatred for those who have killed
Was my death what I looked for?
In all these waves of blood that rained behind me.
Maybe it was revenge,
looking for a place to call my own,
or maybe it was happiness,
Of a peaceful place, that I wil