Blood and awe

It's good day isn't it...a good day to die with cold finger tips Blood warms the hands and go cold when the wrist slits. It's cold, when the lights fade into the never ending swirling void It's cold, to think that you were once a young kid playing with his toys It's cold, to see you grow in a corrupted world. A world that robbed you of your joy.. It's cold... To see that momma lost her baby boy.. It's a good day isn't..A good day..to fall back into the void..