Face of Black and Crimson
To look at the stars in the dead of night
To look at the stars through watery eyes
To feel the cold of a winters night
To feel the cold on bruised eyes
To sit alone in the black of night
To feel alone on a winters night
The sun shines down to lift the light
The sun shines down on new born life
The window of my prison hides
The face of black and crimson
The people out there in their lives
Don't know of the hell internal that resides
Don't know of the face that hides behind the curtain
A mind broken in worthless silence
The tick-tock of the daylight hours
The wait for fists that bang for hours
Snarling shouting, raging mind
The very worst of humankind
The silence of the mind left lonely in the cold
Broken body, broken soul
Is this life real?
Hoping to die before I'm old!
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