This life means suffering.
To me.
To you.
To the world.

Red rain pours from the sky,
drowns my once so happy mind.
Like an arrow in the night you shot me down,
long before I knew how to fly.

You planted a seed
but I bet you didn't mean to.
The seed grew and soon carried the fruits of your betrayal.
An illness grew.
Stronger for each day.

So I drained myself
of your poisonous blood.
To put out the fires that burn my soul.

Blood is thicker than water.

I carry the mark of the forgotten.
The pain of the betrayed.
And you don't even know.

I cryed a river once,
but my tears turned into blood.