Blood Letting Poem by Sven Rhoads

Pulled from the earth yet I bare my roots
Toxic environment that I've been put through
Calling out to the stars and moon
Witness to the rise, not the doom

Every reason bore my crimson tears
Soaked ground to quicksand
I face my demons with no fear

Ripping my wings before I take flight
Serrated words bound to the plight
Every mask has a smile to fake
But I'm not a sheep, this life you cant take

With every wound that burns like fire
Feeds the passion to never turn back
My mind is made up, home will be found
Blood letting all the poison out of me
This grave will not be the future I see
I rise from the earth, remember where I came

Turning another page of blanks
My story goes left untold
No god or devil stands over me