Hatred

Hatred

I'm not in the mood anymore
and i have a bloody day
watching on the red sun
made me dull and faded away

my skin is irritated
and my lungs not operating
i don't know what to do
and i don't know what i'm doing

i tried to sing
i tried to close to my eyes
too bad, its not working
so full, so much demise

sharp objects on the ground,
use to cut my breath
ropes hanging around
calling my name to death

i know, i know
Bullets are not made to kill
to lead or to steal
its just hatred that you feel