As a walk past the store,
Where blood still is,
Where the times of a broken life
Still surround me.
My feet slip on the dewy grass,
I fall flat on my face
My hands breaking my fall.
But no one is there to help me up.
I get up silently swearing,
And i run, as the sun shines on my sweat stained face.
Times of a broken past,
And time of lost love.
The trees sheild my eyes.
Darkness is the only way out,
I run through brush thorns,
They cut slowly into my arms.
But as much as I run away,
The sounds of your screams,
And the feel of your splattered blood,
Still haunt me...
Forever covered in your blood. |
