Bloodshot

by OnlyThreeWords

It's times like these, when the words won't flow, when I think of you the most
Let these eyes stay parched, for what a waste of suffering is a shed tear

I write, for I suffer
I suffer, for I live

Let these words be proof of life
Let this ink be the blood of the angel I refuse to be
But who can create something out of nothing, and what good is a gift never given?

Let these eyes burn red, knowing they will be no comfort to you
Let these words fall on deaf ears, knowing not what they truly mean
For fallen soldiers tell no tales, and fallen angels see no light