What Is Blood?

A sharp blade of an emotional mess The tears of other creatures from horrible success Our hearts under the soil of an angel's wings that are blessed And the redness always leaks from hearts fading more and more less Sometimes it bursts and sometimes it hides More Importantly the pain rises inside From living the happy color to flowing out the word why The truth becomes amazing to happy smiles that dies Melting in the shadows to living very strong Hearts like the music of pain living long Something deep inside that's farther then gone Tombstones defines the moments of rest in peace songs Blood is anything that your hearts and tears can agree on.