Thoughts of a Weathered Mind

Out-Cry

A scarlet river flows from me because of you

With water rich with blood

You took my hand and made me think no one else would

You dragged me through the mud

Just for your own gain

You took what ment most in the world

You never even looked back

Will you ever?

Will you regret the pain you caused?

My back is turned to you now

I face the future with the wary eyes of my past

I have forged on above your pain

I too will never look back