Tuesday, August 5, 2008


Its everyday,
I bleed.
I bleed in color.

And everyday,
Is forever.
Forever conflicted.

It feels so cold,
Since I've lost my hold.
My soul is sold.

People say I can sing,
Not sure what they mean.
Maybe I roar.

I've justified myself.
So I say what I'm going to say,
I'll do what I came to do.

Don't worry though,
Its only a lifelong scar.
Its justified.