It is crimson in color

As is everyone’s

The tears that I shed

Are filled with melancholy

As is everyone’s

These emotions felt

Define my actions and thought

As is everyone’s

Who has injured me?

Who has injured me to bleed?

This is known as fear

What are these tears for?

Why must I feel such sorrow?

This is known as fear

Is this feeling real?

What am I feeling to them?

This is known as fear

Fear can disappear

There is no correct answer

Everyone must choose

However while deciding

Something is lost, forgotten

They forget one thing

What is the blood that I bleed?

--Ulysses S., 9th-12th