I Bleed my last.

At this moment, my heart bleeds, my soul aches, my journey is one with thorns. I allowed the sword of those whom I loved piece my throat, to my pains end. I have tried to stand in this world of men, but a slave is whom I became. Crawling and begging for everything I ever needed.

Through the journey of my life, through the story of my days, pain has riddled all, like a prisoner in chains, today I feel free, the next day, i feel the steel bounding chains that holds me from flight, from freedom.



Let the reddish blood flow across the ones I love, for it was this heart that I freely gave that they killed. 

This world that promised happiness, that promised hope, that painted beautiful pictures but hid pain and hurt, promoted suffering, and embraced oppression.

A world with soulless humans, walking around, with fallow brains, with hearts that was of Stone, with eyes that looked but saw nothing. Their life is filled with generations of lies, their aim is to kill and take that which never belonged to them. Like bestial animals, they roam with sharp pointy canine teeth, hoping to bleed a prey.

They criticize everyone but never look in their mirrors for fear of seeing who they became.

I rest now to meet the ancestors that awaits with an open embrace. Let this blood of mine paint the earth red.
Oh father, allow your child a little respite, as I rest in the bosom of your palms.

........................................kizzantel