Blood

Just because the sun will come out tomorrow
It doesn't mean that I will too.
I would rather stay wrapped up in murky clouds
Waiting for the downpour of hurt and guilt
Rather than to venture outside of my trust
And lie to avoid constant crying and pain.

The stars they would rather be seen as one
A constellation that shines so bright
But in truth they are so far away
From each other, and all they do is fight

But I am tired of being placed
In a place where I cannot think or be
Who I am without knowing that
They'd rather I die then live honestly

Long ago have I lost my smile
And only bitter laughter clears the air
But still I can smell the burning hope
The ashes of life, are always there

Like a rock in a pool of perfect pebbles
The stone the same yet so different to I
Like the wounded bird with broken wings
Who has tried, and failed, as of yet, to fly

Like a spark in a room of frozen eyes
Where all is seen in darkness alone
Like a lonely lover wandering into the skies
Knowing they're more loving than what hides at home

Like a fragile breeze in a sheltered blaze
Waiting to be smothered in love and hate
Like an abandoned memory following your gaze
Wrapped up in too much pride, to hesitate

Like a silent scream in a silent story
The words they must be left behind
In favor of bloody dirty glory
As the warning whispers remain confined.

I wish I could stand in the way of storm
And then the wind would come and take my heart
As the dead shallow blizzard would be more warm
Than the cursed bind that keeps whats together, apart.