Crimson Tears

Crimson tears glide smoothly down tender flesh, The droplets of anger, Your hate, My despair, From my wrist to the floor in sweet rhythm they fall, Little memories of you, My blindness, You’re triumph, The blood of innocence lost with you long ago, Is reborn once again, In my faith, In your eyes, The true loss of innocence now truly defined, As I hit that floor, In my blood, In your memory, Goodbyes now seem infantile to my fading state of mind, So I rip them to pieces, For my pleasure, Because of you.