My blood can't be red
Tears can be bled
I know these two to be true
Exploring self dropped off some clues
The scars buried deep
Can't be celebrated if these wounds still bleed.
But my blood can't be red
The colour must've fled
To drench the earth with rivers of red
Bodies piling on the streets they were bred
Says a lot about the evaporating humanity
The goddamn fucking audacity.
My blood still can't be red
As feeling unsafe should have an end
One sunset might transition to pain
When hunters set out to gain
To put food on their greedy spoons
And force the night to birth a bleeding moon.
How can my blood be red
When nothing is real out here
Even the love you spread with hashtags
Feels better than those nags
The need to remain some selfish whales
Calls on your ignorant ears.
Out here starting the week while looking for the elusive light. Too much negative shit is happening and for those of us who constantly slide back to the darkness, it's more of a fight. A battle to keep unnecessary bullshit at bay... And from draining all the joy this life occassionally hands out. Here's to finding light and the strength to hold on...
So... how is your Monday looking like?
**Cross Posted**
BQ.