Crimson
The crimson blade lies cruel testament
To the storm which was his sadness
A pain so vast within his soul
He had to let it out
And though he lies there broken
An empty vessel on a copper sea
Still they will not let him rest
But must fill him with their lies
Or does it truly matter now
On deaf ears laughter will not fall
It mattered not when he yet lived
Although he could clearly hear them
Copyright © Warren Smith | Year Posted 2015
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