Pain buried inside eventual spill out.
Wounds open,blood pours to the ground
and cover the cracks I've created through life.
This environment is just,to surreal.
Is this heaven, or is this hell...
From this point the tracks will wash away and I start over
Like a new born baby
I kneel and give everything I can to fix my mistakes
As the blood painted trail follows behind no one will know what I
Only what I did to correct it.
Like a symphony or an orchestra, I will compose the right notes.
And create a master peace