• Bleeding

    Is this life or is the beginning of death.
    For everyone it is hard to know.
    Every single day is dark, I feel as if I am without breath.
    Am I dead, and if when did I go.

    Our lives, as they call them, are interminable prisons.
    It’s only when I’m in pain am I thankful.
    The reason why is because I could withstand the painful incision.
    At those moments to my self I’m truthful.

    Rude awakenings and painful endings are all I get.
    Someday god will take me as blood flows out.
    That is when all my expectations will be met.
    Everyone will realize their flaws as my life will spout.

    My wings, my will, and my knife will be all I have.
    People will never understand my greatness.
    If I need to take those lives it will be by stab.
    The world below is happy and painless.

    Now I have figured it out and I’m past insanity.
    My mind is going wild, and it keeps speeding.
    All the time it was right in front of me, the cruel reality.
    It was never over, I’m in a hospital bed dreaming, still bleeding.