Crimson moons on paling skies
another world, the sun will rise
but today is dark, and cold within
I'm left to dapple-greying sin!

The storm is here, the die is cast
eclipsing memories fade at last
left alone in vacant stares
I wonder when last I truly cared.

When rainbows fade and streams run dry
will it happen ~ will I die?
or linger here an empty room
a void stuck here inside this womb?

My feast is finished, my ship has sailed
my limbs to my cross are nailed
Scribble that "s" here on my chest
Keep the good
and **** the rest!