Crimson Tears

Bid to bleed, my blood runs cold

Feeling weak, my body's sold

I've given in to the gentle lul

Gone along with the greater pull

I see the crimson tears on my bed

Long ago I was dead

Walked around, emotionless, unrealized

Gone to my grave with the knife that I prized

Buried alive, in the sense that I've died

But I'm still living, though the pain must abide

A sharpened blade runs across my vein

While my mind is exploding, overwhelmed by this pain

Cuts and scratched cover my arms

But my behavior never triggered any alarms

My face is pale, under my eyes is black

But no one says anthing; they all have tact

Now I've cried those crimson tears once more

No you've finally found me, dead on the floor.

Copyright ©2005 Mary Elizabeth Hazen