Trail of Pain

Pain buried inside eventual spill out.

Digression sets...

Wounds open,blood pours to the ground

and cover the cracks I've created through life.

This environment is just,to surreal.

Is this heaven, or is this hell...

From this point the tracks will wash away and I start over

again.

Like a new born baby

I kneel and give everything I can to fix my mistakes

As the blood painted trail follows behind no one will know what I

did wrong...

Only what I did to correct it.

Like a symphony or an orchestra, I will compose the right notes.

And create a master peace