The Bleed

Personal hate or personal glory
the truth could bleed through and give me the story
I could give you my help
or you could refuse it

I could be locked into my own victory ceremony
and your blind fury will not accept it
I will witness your true colours bleed through
now all I see is the grey
getting darker every day

anger bleeds on you
faith bleeds on you
death bleeds on you
and now your sorrow bleeds on you

I watch the blood drip from your veins
like a black oil dripping from the mains
I see it drop into a puddle on the floor
and watch you melt and go under the door

now that you have bled your soul can be clear
never mind, a ghost may appear
and now your spirit will never fear
all you have to do is disappear ©