Looking at the red pool of water in his shirt
I abandon him
There are too many tears too much sorrow and
Not enough hope
When he sees this he know i have written it
With my blood sweat and tears
Cuts and bruises in my heart that aren't easily repaired
Soon i realize i'm empty noting left to give more left to receive
Let my onomatopoeia scream louder than my actions
Let the roll of thunder hear my cry for help
I need you now more than ever
Even though the red pool is a stain in your shirt
Just listen
This untitled world will eat us up
but its our job to make sure it spits us out
-amore