These tear of blood run down my face,
as all I can think of is you.
The way you stabed me in the back,
The way you loved me,
The way your eyes glinted,
With that murderous intent.
Behind the killers eye,
What do you see?
Is the worlds in a blood red rage,
or is it in the ice blue the world sees these days?
Insufferable running,
Legs fatigued from the pain,
As these tear of blood run down my face,
All I can see is the crimson streaks.
Wishing things had appeared differently in the minds eye.
With this blade pressed to my face,
Stabbing, making the tears run like a rivers flow.
Yet as these tears of blood run down my face.


Nyko- 11/24/07/0528