Bright Red Scream

Theres this thing that some call life,
This thing I can't explain,
But some how it has taken over,
And driven me completely insane

Theres this emotion some call happy,
That seems to create a 'smile'
And however this thing hasn't hit me
I still think they are all in denial,

Theres this thing I call a blade,
This thing so sharp with shine,
And ever day and every night
I make this weapon mine.

Theres this thing called fear,
That freezes you head to toe,
This thing will drive you to do things,
That screams and cries will never show.

Theres this thing called crying,
That I will never understand,
Unless that is the water,
That I currently hold in my hand,

My bright red screams,
But no one hears,
My bright red dreams,
But no one cares.

Theres this thing called help
That is yet to be seek-ed,
To erase the invisible blood
Soon to be leaked.

Its my Bright Red Scream but nobody hears,
Its my Bright Red Scream as... nobody listens