Bleed, the new cry.

Until the moment arrives you never know,

Until you've seen it you never know,

Until you feel it you never know,

Yet, face to face you arrive, until...
You blind-fold yourself...

And prick...

With a pin...

Deep under the skin,

Unknown to yourself why...

Ecstatic! Pain.

Oh why?

Tears. Blood.

Tears mix with blood.

Blood turns into tears.

Bleed is the new cry found.

The rest is yet to be found.

Life, it's melancholy.