Promise to Lie

I've bled this blood, I'm afraid to bleed.
Yet somehow arms rain red
With cultured poise and manners high,
My rotten, cotton head

Has made this choice, I'll never choose;
To hack the measly scars.
They mark my kind with genocide,
And kill off what was ours

To hurt. This life, I've never lived
And though these lungs betray,
Apprentice graceful gasping breaths.
These fading shades of grey

Ran the race, I cannot run
Against these demons true;
With promises of purity,
I'll lie you all adieu.