The blood in me, it feel so cold.
I feel so young, I feel so old.
Away of myself, alien and wrong.
Keeping the secrets too much and too long.
Feeling nothing, but feeling much.
Scared to move, scared of touch.
Looking at myself, from outer in.
Knowing how dark and big my sin.
Wanting to sleep,forever,and then
To wake up in hell, with those same men?
Trying for faith, to try to forgive.
But not thinking I deserve even to live.
The blood in me,useless and obscene.
Rushing away from me, the unclean.
The blood in me, it has no point.
To keep me living? To prove me human?
To watch it rush from me, the cut unseen.
I'm too abnormal.
It must be green.