The sky bleeds crimson,
Each cloud breaking clean...

Glow upon this blackened grain,
Apathetic moaning scar...

Creaking of the willows,
As they rest by this lake...

Glazed with sunlight and hung out to dry,
The hills green blade's begin to dance...

The sun bleeds out,
Water sparkles near...

Spread out to the sky,
Clouds seeping in my eyes...

Pearly skin of grace,
Flowing dress dances...

Icicles of stars,
Cold against the moon...

The hill tumbles up so high,
And the grass sways in mourn...

Swig of whiskey,
Sip of rum...

Wrath upong the wretched,
Tainted souls were bound...

+ Something I'd liek you to consider before...
Two days of life were drawn...