Obsidian

After this hell
Death is our home

Blood poured, blood poured
It's a miracle that my life has lasted for so long
Living with images stained of the blood you spilled

I wish that there was a solution
Something to make what happened not happen
A way that you didn't go
A way that you didn't go
Away from here there was still a path
It happened too soon, too soon

Help me understand this pain