frost14

They came for me in the middle of the night They tore me from my bed, they dressed me all in red, Red to mark the power you stand for they told me as they lied, Red to mark the blood of others, I told them in reply, They told me to go out there and kill without a thought, But I told them i was a man so they stood me against the wall, Red to mark your own blood now they sneered as I fell, Red to mark the blood of others we used to love so well.

I stuggle his icy grip claws at my hands and face, With my body slowly weaking my thrashing subsides, The icy grip turns into the loveing hands of a mother, Gentaly nurseing nuresing me as tremors of pain race down my body, I look up into the eyes of who these soft gental and loveing hands belong, He has caught me a grin flickers across his blank face, He raises his hand and covers my mouth I scream I  kick I relax I feel fear real fear And then he takes me under his coat and away.

You make me feel so angry, You make me need to cry, You make me hate the whole world, You make me want to die. Your words cut through my heart, I'm forced to feel false shame... I start to question my whole life, Am I the one to blame...? For all the horror in the world, For all the pain cried out... Am I the only reason why, You and Mom just shout...? Would everyone be happier, If I was never born...? Would everyone have simpler lives? Would our family still be torn? Would ones I love still have bleary eyes, And bruises on their hidden skin... Would some I loved still have died? Or would they continue their hidden sin? An