Blood is a force that gives us all life,
and with that blood comes misery and strife.
Crimson is the color we often see,
for blood is what makes us be.
Some is thick and some is thin,
bleeding is the same as erasing all i have been.
Draining myself of this so called life,
ending all my misery and strife.
Blood turns quickly from red to black,
life is what i know lack.
What ther was will never be,
for blood is the essential key.
When it’s gone it cannot be replaced,
death, i have finally faced.
Watching my blood spill to the floor,
i watch it gush, i watch it pour.
Smiling as i fade away,
surrounded by blood is how i’ll decay.