• tears of blood slowly slide down my face
    no one but me sees that very sad trace
    warm and bright red
    streaking my face with only dread
    how i wish i was dead
    joy is something i rarely feel
    layers no one can peal
    sadness is so easy such a simple thing
    oh how the demons sing
    wishing i would join their little ring
    tears of blood slowly slide down my face
    no one but me sees that very sad trace
    smiling and laughter my mask
    it is not a simple task.