Obsidian

After this hell

Death is our home

Blood poured

Blood poured

It's a miracle that my life has lasted for so long

Living with images stained of the blood you spilled

I wish that there was a solution

Something to make what happened not happen

A way that you didn't go

A way that you didn't go

Away from here

There was still a path

It happened too soon

Too soon

Help me understand this pain