Black is the blood that sometimes flows through my veins.
Sometimes bleeding is the only way to be sure,
To be sure that I do still bleed.
Red liquid is all it seems to be.
No flavor, no taste, no other form or way.
It goes through me yet rarely do I see it.
It is me yet I never see it.
When it flows its usually because of me.
Never will you see the day that I do not question my origin.
Once will you see me in pain,
Never will I die.
Life won't let me go.
It keeps me in its hold, no matter how I go.
Lifes will is strong enough to keep me,
Even though I do not wish,
Let the fluid of my body move,
Flow onto the ground.
Let it rush from my veins and let my body be cold.
Numb is already my heart,
Numb is my fate.
For life is cold and everlasting.
Let yourself not be consumed by it,
For it soon will spit you out.
You'll wish that never you felt the day you were born.
Lived to be scorned.
Death, you are not and have never been my enemy,
For it has been you that I welcomed with open arms, ready to embrace.
Now let me feel it,
And never again shall you see me cry.