Spent Blood Revised

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, 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 of deceit To slip through, Right into the center of your soft hidden loving heart. As the lights start to dim, You hear a voice tell you that you will not Be given the peace of death. 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 hearts in Because of the betrayal of your “So Called” loved ones. They turn their backs 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. The only way to be at peace is to banish 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