My Blood’s Not Red Anymore

My blood’s not red anymore;

It leaks from my shredded soul,

Seeping tar-like from blackened wounds—

The gashes came from many things, but

Oh, the largest ones, those came from me

Tearing out chunks to ease the pain

Of a thousand missing parts.

Funny how the brain—deranged by overload—

Decides it’s time to die

And tears away the parts of you

That should’ve stayed inside.

Oh, no my blood’s not red anymore

But my filthy heart still beats;

It pounds away inside my chest, but

It's not blood that swims within.

My blood’s not red anymore,

But it oozes from your lips—serotonin vampire,

Midday like it's midnight, but you’re still alive.

Hard to kill something that lives forever,

Embodiment of greed and vulturous lust,

Circling above my head as I fall to my knees

Crushed ’neath my terror and your bloodlust.

Oh, but I know all your dirty secrets—

I wrote them in my Book of Lies

Where the black drips down from pages smeared,

Scarred with everything that makes you hide.

Oh, no my blood’s not red anymore

But my filthy heart still beats;

It pounds away inside my chest, but

It's not blood that swims within.