Mystery

December 20, 2011

It burns blood red on the side of my arm. 
It yelps in pain as no one cares to listen. 
Just a dying cause with only one way out. 
They watch it in the sun it starts to glisten. 

Yet see not they do of the pain that I feel. 
They cannot see through my coat of mystery. 
It shrouded me from the hatred I'll receive. 
This just makes it better off as a mystery.