The Blood That I Bleed

The blood that I bleed
It is crimson in color
As is everyone’s

The tears that I shed
Are filled with melancholy
As is everyone’s

These emotions felt
Define my actions and thought
As is everyone’s

Who has injured me?
Who has injured me to bleed?
This is known as fear

What are these tears for?
Why must I feel such sorrow?
This is known as fear

Is this feeling real?
What am I feeling to them?
This is known as fear

Fear can disappear
There is no correct answer
Everyone must choose

However while deciding
Something is lost, forgotten
They forget one thing

What is the blood that I bleed?

--Ulysses S., 9th-12th