Spent Blood Original

The warm red liquid running Down my arm is something that Stays fresh no matter how hard I try to Get rid of it, it just stays there coming back Thicker and warmer than before The ones who say they love you are The ones who turn the knife on you First they say they will help you and That they understand you but you soon Learn that they only fear you When you feel the warmth drain From your body you then realize That you were tricked into lowering Your guard just enough for the knife To slip through right into the center of Your soft loving heart As the lights start to dim you hear A voice tell you that you will not Be given the peace of death but Instead you will be forced to suffer A life of being undead When you see the light of day you Realize all the pain your in Because of the betrayal of your so Called loved ones and they turn their Back’s on you as if you have the Plague or something Once you get over the initial shock Of being undead you soon realize That all you want is peace and the Only way to be at peace is to kill Those that made you into the undead Demon that you are now As their blood stains your clothes And skin you soon feel life return To your reviving body as the last Drop touches your skin you realize you Are no longer undead or dead but you Are alive again because you Have righted the wrong that was done To you