Bleed blue.

Breakin' through these mountains fast
A steal away from buried past
When everything whispers his lost name
When colors scream and people blame
To take it back, would it be I
Who points fingers, let words fly?
I can not help but breathe in guilt
I can not help but miss the voice,
his hands,
his shirt.
I can not help but miss him
I can not help them.
If red can scream, it yells in you
It breaks my skin
As you bleed blue
I pray in your syllables
Every voice answers
I hear your name--face
I'm lost, I lost the chase
I can not, will not, escape your past
Weaving through these mountains, fast.