Life has the sickest sense of humor
It connected me with you, blood,
Blood they warned me against you
They said you'd allure me with your:
Dazzling lights and glitter billboards
With your sweet scent of success
That wafts though the open wall street windows
With high hopes and dreams that flow up and down Hudson river.
I was lost in the blist
Then you burned me, burned me,
How many times did you burn me?
Five, four, seven, maybe ten times?
I should have walked way
so you would follow suit
But I thing you knew I didn't want to
So you pulled me deep into those
Hudson waters and drowned me
Yet life connected me with you through blood, bleed
The name blood is a reference to someone related to me, I needed to write this to fight my demons