Crimson tears, spilled out in silence;
The dead of night watches on.
Heart cries bitterly while eyes stay dry;
The warmth of the day long gone.
Still dark void of the nightly solitude;
Secrets trace their steps on her arm.
Stepping carelessly across her thoughts;
Walks the illusion of her self harm.
Escape the pain, inflict the release;
One more stripe laid down.
Tears begin to flow in response;
As she watches her pain be drowned.
Heartache subsides, and pain is numbed;
just one more time before sleep.
The night lies still as she folds herself up;
The dark midnight vigil to keep.
Slumber is estranged by rampant thoughts
she can't seem to free herself of.
Rising above the emptiness and turmoil
Crimson tears will be her one love.
