In The Name Of Blood

When the emptiness drifted down the rusty drain inside your body a corps of you that lays. Inside the heart of you, the pumping pressure you wish not to bare. The eyes that gaze through the window, and mirror of no one being there. The careless bleeding soul that aches and makes holes, that gushes between your breasts and eats at your desires. the feeling lifeless, and deathless of nothing ever left. The happiness you cease to remember and cease to look in the face, stares at you in the night. You follow shadows of darkness while holding your demons tight. In the cemetery you roam looking for your none existent home in the light. Inside the head of your own you've lost all you own. Your family, your friends. Inside your mind traces left behind of places that you've been, the loving feeling of not knowing what its like to be born again. In the end you lost it all, Everything that showed you the pictures of happiness, all dimmed out so slow. And rolls in with the tide waves behind the red white and blue flag pole. And we call this freedom? Happiness? What Would you call this? I would Call this the war of life. but Americans wish not to see the rich, through the poor. or the bodies beneath their feet. In the end everyone's beat, no winners. No happiness. All a waste and in the name of god? In the name of a flag we've won? this is a disgrace. And still you don't see a trace of light in front of your face. You call this depression obsessions for death?. When the worlds gone who will you love? The person that's not there? the person that never cared? Or will you learn to love your self for who you are, and what you've become. The sleeping demon of blood? Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 02:16 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10