• When heaven and hell are satisfied,
    With my pain,
    And our suffering,
    My tears will turn a crimson,
    With the anger in my soul.

    With every brilliant red tear,
    Storms will rage with force,
    The hills light up,
    A fire crackling down, tarnishing everything in its path,
    Because of my hatred filled veins.

    As the full moon rises,
    A howl of pain escapes my lips,
    My stone cold lips.

    My eyes stitched shut,
    My tears streaming my cheeks,
    Turning my cheeks a brilliant crimson.
    Staining my clothes as they loll.

    I smile no more.
    I can’t see your face.
    I’m crumpling, unmoving, unfeeling.

    My angers rising, spiking my blood.
    Like a hunter on a kill.
    Like an animal being hunted.

    I’m running, unfeeling but never really moving.
    I’m falling, eyes stitched shut, unseeing but never really feeling.
    As one brilliant crimson red tear streaks my cheek.

    As the sun rises in the east,
    And the full moon sets in the west,
    There’s nothing to catch me as I fall.

    But I smile,
    One white teethed smile,
    As I fall into a gap,
    Where the rising suns light will never reach.
    Into a black, lonesome ever lasting abyss.