Against my window, I watch the rain
the silent drizzle keeping me sane.
Light pink against the cold dark sky
my damp lips let out a small sigh.
I stare at the glass in my window pane
images my eyes retract and retain.
A bead of water barely exists
dripping onto lips unkissed.
My eyes relfect a silvery glare
all this pain is more than I can bear.
Anger arised beneath my skin
slowly starting to seep from within.
Hands together, small but fisted
logic is straight, and yet so twisted.
Crimson lace, so crystal clear
awakes inside me a primal fear.
Emotions collide and begin to collapse
too many lies and too many traps.
Quarts of cherry blood I've bled
deep inside I'm left for dead.
