Blood Sick Poem by Sven Rhoads

So tired of this war, this death, this pain
The end of an era is coming to unfold
Spilling from my mouth are the words in vain
Faking the smiles just to let in the cold
Wearing my fingers right down to the bone
All work, no play, this cant keep going on
One with the darkness I sit here alone
This ends tonight if its the last thing I do

When reaching the bottom there's nowhere but up
So I drink the bitterness from reality's cup
As I bring to the surface all the pestilence in me
There's only room for one, its my future to be
With the salts on your tongue my wounds you lick
All this fighting and war has made me blood sick
With every burn that I feel I will make you pay
Until silence within as you all fade far away

I've worked so hard for too damn long
And they just cannot get enough
All the sweat that still stings my eyes
Remains unpaid for all that I've done

The fruits of my efforts just rot on the vine
But this time I will be taking back what is mine
Your answers bring comfort of a devils promise
So sick and tired, this shall end tonight

In time I will see the progress of my rebellion
But this blood sick feeling is feeding the cause