This Blood isn't Mine!

I'm sitting here bleeding,

Blood of something,

That is the blood of nothing.

This blood isn't mine!

It pours through my veins,

That I'm trying to change,

Cause me it has rearranged.

Get it out of me,

Can't you see,

Just to bleed won't leave me free,

Of this blood so very cold.

It won't loosen its hold,

Like it's told.

This blood isn't mine!

Why is it here?

Why does it care?

Why does it breed this fear,

That won't be allowed to go?

Do you know,

Why I tremble so?

Can you hear me shout,

"What is this all about,

And why am I left with out,

The blood that is mine?!"

It's three quarters before nine,

And I got the sign,

That this blood is mine.

I don't forget,

What I have said,

So I don't let,

This sign of a lie,

To make me abide,

And let this blood truly inside.

This blood isn't mine!

Let the blood spill,

For me it won't kill.

I'll still have the chill,

Of foreign blood,

Running where it should,

Not be under my hood.

This blood isn't mine!

This blood is love!

This blood is hate!

This is blood is every extreme,

That HE,

Knows there to be.