Blood

like with the nails of a bomb

your mind got pierced with disease

the hardest fight of your life

i almost thought you took it with ease

the side of your head

showed your battle scars

but you fought your way back

and never would i have thought

that no one could ever tell

when you stopped being there

when you lost control of your thoughts

constantly drifting away

the loss exceeds by far

what we're capable of

so we try to numb the pain

before we start to talk

about life taken by chance

throw your feet to the ground

step by step, piece by piece

we're connected through loss

no blood, only tears

we tried to act strong

we knew we're weak

we hid our scars

and we failed miserably

'cause the cuts are too deep

in a hole in the ground

lies my oldest friend

a life taken by chance

no one could ever tell

when you stopped being there

when you lost control of your thoughts

constantly