Bleed

 

The sky drips its raindrop tears down blackened cheeks,
Pouring out pain that has been held back for countless weeks.
Tinted red by the setting sun darting through the pounding rain,
It gives the world a crimson cast to match the secret pain.

 

Each tear that falls leaves its mark upon the barren ground.
Each impact comes and fades away, making not a sound.
Red running lines are all the signs of unbearable need;
Painting the earth, a telltale mark that even the sky can bleed.

 

Red joins red, coalescing into an unstoppable scarlet flood,
Each drop that falls joins in to make an endless sea of blood.
The souls of those who've died in vain send out their haunting cry,
Captured and reflected to earth again from a bleeding sky.

 

The souls shall never be satisfied until their tale is told
And the hearts of the people beat again, no longer hard and cold.
And only then will the dark clouds roll back and fade away,
And the skies cease their tears of blood, and dusk break into day.