blood drops like
cloud drops rainfalls
falls on those unprotected from rain
try to run from the rain
but you can still hear the sounds .
Red and black are the colours
of the cursed
the cursed that never knew
the brightness and happiness
 of colours that bring life.

Blood drops like
my heart drops everytime 
your voice stops
from being heard by my
ears and being felt
by the butterflies in my stomach.
The name *Bummies* used to bring
so much joy to the soul that
 used to be at peace
now *Bummies* just holds lots
of memories and moments
I can never take back

and like the clouds that hold rainfalls 
and the way blood drops...
my eyes water.