When tears run down,
Hoping to ease the pain...
The blood turns red to brown,
Ceasing to remain sane...
All memories woven into a blood red gown,
Peeping through the broken window pane..
Life makes you a clown,
Hurling you down the drain....
And you keep hunting for the crown,
That you lost in the rain....
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
When tears run down,
Hoping to ease the pain...
The blood turns red to brown,
Ceasing to remain sane...
All memories woven into a blood red gown,
Peeping through the broken window pane..
Life makes you a clown,
Hurling you down the drain....
And you keep hunting for the crown,
That you lost in the rain....