And it’s raining again this September
And when I opened window, I see blood
Dropping down through the cloud
Making the noisy sound loud and loud
When I wake up and see myself of mirror
I see blood tears mark travelling through my cheeks to neck
And I remember how was I sleeping last night
Cause, In coming days I could no longer fight
And I see my pillows, covered with blood
But no detergent can clean it
A huge amount of bloods that makes me afraid
Was everywhere I go, colored dark red
I was scared, maybe I am still scared
Of the things around me,
I need to bath now after this pain
But as I opened shower, there was blood again
I was sick of these all
I am afraid if I lose myself
Just getting bloods everytime
Just getting stuff like red wine
Mistakenly, I made a cut on my hand
And just water was Coming out of the wound
Wait, It’s not possible by biology’s theory
You need to be mentally sick, to understand this story
