Her crimson tears flow down her cheeks,
They are fragile, brittle and so very meek...

Sitting here in a forlorn glass
Empty, there is no class...

A deserted world of her emotions,
This lifeless landscape has decaying notions...

She hears the distant grumbles of thunder,
Growing louder, getting more irate...

I hear the distant cries of remorse
The emptiness inside feels coarse...

Don't die on me!
I fear of being weak...

Like a creeping monster
It's almost transparent...

You watch me with teary, blood-shot eyes
You cradle me, refusing to say your last good-bye...

Slow, sleepy eyes, gradually awaken,
A blank mind tunes back into reality...

Sitting in an uncomfortable chair,
Knowing that no body cares...

In this long-lasting moment, I can't stop my love...
Looking into your deep blue eyes is a spectacular...

Walking on layers of gray velvet,
This lifeless Courtyard has no shadows...