Killborn

As the blood hits the floor
red drops paint a picture
pain silently opens a door
behind it lies a stricture

changing your mind to fit through
the body reassembles its parts
an endless dark need crushes you
and finally a new life starts

Born from the ashes of life
rotten to the core
Yet breathing and so alive
always wanting more

More ruby tears to shed
Is it your fate to forget
the smell of your own blood
your tracks layed into mud

Along a forsaken path
opened by your wrath
by a mind deranged
by a heart exchanged

With the remnants of a mere memory
A constant picture of dismay
Painted by the colors of your story
Weathered red and empty gray

As tears hit the barren ground
they form lines as if to tell
from your lost soul's rebound
as if to bid thee farewell