Black

The heart that beats within my chest is failing.

This heart pumps blood of the wounded.

Blood of the corrupt.

I corrupt by hurt.

This blood is a sickly black.

Slowly rotting me from the inside out.

It flows through my viens like a slow moving current.

Weighing me down to this very floor.

I'm afraid this corruption has reached it's final process.

For this black oozing hurt start to pour from my eyes.

I am crying the tears of decaying corpse.

Sickly, rotting, black blood.

This is the blood of the fallen,

This is the blood of the hurt.

Always lost.

Always forgotten.