Blood dripping down my face.
A ghost from my past delivers the news.
I will never hear him laugh.
I will never see his eyes sparkle.
I will never again see the joy on his face when he looks at me.
Blood dripping down my face.
As the ghost leaves I reach out
He stops and looks at me.
I only ask one thing, "Did he suffer?"
The look in his eyes tells me everything.
Blood dripping down my face.
As he disappears I fall to my knees.
A cry of agonized pain rips from my throat.
Soon a pool of blood surrounds me.
I finally realize,
The blood dripping down my face.
I am crying tears of blood.
