My eye's, they cry the tears of blood they bleed.
The pain, the sorrow. It leaves its stain upon the surface.
I lay there in this pull of blood.
That of the trigger I pull.
I give my life to another as I waste away and die.
Not in existance but tears of my heart my soul cries.
There it as loud as the shot you here.
Not just there but the blade cuts deep.
Deep in my being to which it rips flesh of my inner being.
My body, dead in this life.
There's no love for loyality of ones soul.
There he give all not to die but give his life that if he should betray it is with dignaty he ends.
With honor and heart.
Tears of my heart is that of the trials I live but even more of a love torn from my flesh.
There,I live no more.
Only to turn to dust and return to the earth.
Forgive me my father,for I guess I am not worthy of this love you gave.
Though I try,regardless I have failed.
For it is not strong enough for one to believe or to share its life.
But to destroy and bleed tears of my heart. I cry them in hurt.
Make it quick that I feel not the pain.
But die quickly only to be rebirth of something less worry.
But give me that life I desire.
That of my soul dies,I can't live on.
As the tears of my heart falls in blood red.