Beautiful Blood.

Life is one huge battle,
a monster who rips your insides raw,
the winds and the rain herd us like cattle,
life is the throbbing, wounded flaw,

can you feel the ground under your feet?
The sky shimmers like sheets above,
anger will bead an agonising heat,
fall to the knees from the poison of love

Beautiful tears fall and shatter like glass,
you can see your reflection in their memory,
and thoughts explode, emotions at mass,
blackening your pumping hear to emery,

and fingers tremor, tremble in fears,
each step electrify your nerves, the pain,
and the emptiness is ringing in your ears,
the swarms of marble around us no longer sane,

the moment of repugnance realisation
when your heart become fragments,
and the blackness fills you with abomination,
past is just one short, deathly appointment,

and you know that's it but your body at ease,
unaware of who, or where you are,
and slowly your limp body will freeze,
and your soul is amicably afar,

because at the end of the bloody war,
it is beautiful, diamonds of the velvet sky,
whether or not breath is in out lungs for,
we are beautiful, the eyes of the heavens so high,

the seeds of the moist ground, entwining the trees,
flowers nestled in dew, sun break through clouds,
and there we always be a time when we become free,
but for now, hide in the spirits, and the empty shrouds.