Your soul is bleeding

You are blind to what you cannot see,
yet you hold so much anger in
you have an inland sea.
Its boiling, leaping, and roiling away
and instead of listening, your busy playing games.

Don't tell me lies about being a good host,
I may not be educated, but I can see your ghosts
You don't need armour oil to polish your shell
Its gleaming from all the effort you put in
so that no one can tell

The madness lies in the snake oil ooze
it will get you in trouble very soon
If I can see past the charm and the games
You must know i will never see you the same

It would have better for me to believe the lies
The performance was wonderful under those skies
There are so many things that cannot be seen
but they seep through when no ones looking
to be known and believed.

You are blind to what you cannot see
yet you hold so much anger in
you have let a darkness into your soul
where your grief lies churning and makes you feel old

Put down your games and your sword
let all out, let it be heard,
let it go, let it go
before it eats you alive
for the blood you are bleeding has a blackness inside.