Flowing Crimson

Today I awoke to a world of sadness, Bound with imperfection and madness. Spiraling ever down, away from the Light, With tattered wings incapable of flight. Far, far away from my true home, As wandering nomad this soul doth roam Through worlds of lies and disorder With open eyes I realize the horror Of Love that I still hold for distraught. A Demon's touch, so searing and hot, To possess, to want, have and hold, To listen, to scream, shout and scold. I am a Lonestar shinning amongst the Dark, With touch of warmth and song of Lark, And ebbing tides of pain and lust Ever scarred by touches of trust. They still my oxygen until I am blue, Boiling me down to something true. The truth that calls me back to Life By flowing crimson and ending strife, All the lessons learned and ever taught Were all in vain, and utterly naught. For today, I awoke to a world of sadness.