Written by: Hector Leyva

The wound is deep and still bleeds,
Within hatred and pain form stampeads.
Emotion is dulled by the constain pain,
life now swirls like water down the drain.

The healing is slow and still it bleeds,
Hate and agony have planted unwanted seeds.
Eyes which once saw light and raibows,
Now see darkness, blood and black crows.

Lips which once spoke of love and mercy,
Now go on a hate speaking frenzy.
A spirit which was once white without any stain,
Now is cosumed by darkness, hate and pain.