Called home

the dark red on you

"that's just blood"
doesn't mean much, but I don't believe my own words.
"Just blood, but it's going to stay with you as long as you own your body"
The taste it's bitter, the truth it's more painful then ever so I try to confuse my nerves.
Trying to make it stop to bleed.
My head it's shaped like someone I didn't want to become.
Someone I'll fight with, in this cruel nature I can't unchoise.
Made of the same matter that forms you.
I'll follow for a while the easier way that come on my way, the slightly thought of them becoming admirable.
I've forgott the reason why I was upset an hour before, just because loving you it's easer then feeling this much of hate.
And I hate myself while I'm aware of it.
And I hate you, but, I'll forget the reason why of this heavy feeling inside my heart.
So please be at home, soon enough I'll return.
I'll stay there, pretending the tears you made me cry weren't painful to watch on me.
I'll stay there, scared as I must, inside a place I don't suppose to belong.
That's just blood, indeed, I've repeated for a decade more.
Blood of someone I can't hate more then how much I love.
Light red it's the pain you cause me, the color I hate the must.
And you change, depending on the pressure I use on my words.
And I love the darker shade of you, I mix everything with the black.
Dark red it's prettier on you.
Stains on the memories of things I can't erase.