Bleed My Soul

Insane I am

And I knew it.

Maybe as a poem

Or a tale of it;

I may live again

With my heart is shattered

For these thoughts to remain

Blood is all I deserved.

For my home I have

Wherever I can step

No night is more to crave

I only do what I want to shape.

No more than I am aware

No better sense that I prepare

For the team of pals in gather

I hand my soul in there.

A swear I had

Another promise to be kept

For before I kiss my death

I may slay them with no one left.

I may count all

Everything they have done

With a rise and the fall

I may count again before they run.

Yes I do have love stories

Those all once I lived and began

My village and those families

Once I could have breathed again.

Not a job I care

Not those deals with it

Not even a bullet in the chest I fear

I may carry my soul to get split.

Yes again I know so

One or the other day I prefer

I will be dead and leave solo,

Yet I will be nothing but much happier.

I may not feel that

I may not wear the shawl I rent

But I know I am what I state

Till that moment.

Wrapped in my pride,

With the Anthem the only time I would not stand,

Yet I will steal my own bride

Leaving everyone tested with the brand.

Fame in the hall in full

The Last Thing I could die even,

But yet for I bleed my soul

I would be reborn and fight again.

Before I come with the box in pieces

Before I had my last bath

I should say where should go my ashes;

Of course into that river near my hut.

One last promise I gave my mother

The last thing I will do and shutter

Would be a smile in my face to share;

For I lived my life, nothing could have been better.