Crimson departure

Crimson blood drips from a pale body
The wounds are opened and re-opened again
This pain will never end
it ignites my heart with flames of hatred from within

The hourglass poors as the blood is spilled I close my eyes
I think of hatred and suffering for this is all I have ever experienced before

My limbs grow weaker my muscles slowly relax
I've slipped away too many times but this time its the last

The blood on the floor portrays my disaster piece it displays my animosity and what I once was. It's soon washed away only to be forgotten just like my very existance!