By Daniel Rodriguez You were shooting arrows Into the sky Hitting marks not seen by Naked eyes You dropped one from the quiver I handed it back, now I’m bleeding CHORUS You were throwing colors Upon canvas walls With your brush stroke chaos In between the lines You splashed upon the ceiling It drips on my skin, now I’m bleeding CHORUS You were writing letters To the puppeteer With your quill pen feather Waving in the wind Your words cut through the human Mending wounds but still bleeding CHORUS The Chorus: I’m bleeding I’m breathing I’m bleeding I’m breathing