Blood is our fuel , rich with energy.
An energy that gives us hope and fear
We walk this earth with our hopes and dreams
They are as fresh as our blood
Does our blood become tainted, when we show hoplessness, or fear, anger, and sorrow?
Why does my heart ache so much, do i have this tainted blood?
Can i survive this infected blood, supplying my mind with all this confusion?
Is it i that is confused, or the world around me
My hurt
My pain
My anger
Burns so deep, so brilliantly, yet no one see's my pain.
If they did, they cannot feel the burning within my veins.
I reach out , but no one reaches back
I have run, yet i found no where to hide.
I have sought refuge from the pain
To only find myself.
Alone.