Rain, rain go away,
Because of you, the pain will stay,
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart,

Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain,

I don’t need you anymore-
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.

Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.

Crimson blood streams down my head
like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
to a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull…
…now just a memory that’s faded and dull.

petals
in the wind
floating gently
to their final destination
bloodred scarlet
already started
to wither
in the gentle
wind.

sparks
fly
from an explosion
sparks
turn to flames
petals turn to ash.

ashes
in the wind
floating gently
to rest
upon
a crimson
bloodred
flower.

the crimson blood slips from your veins
onto the bed with crimson frames
staining the wood deep red
so you'll forever stay in my head

Your cherry coloured lips used to
bring the coral blush on my cheeks.
But now it boils my crimson within,
leaving my face all scarlet with rage.

You were the apple of my eye,
as precious as ruby to me.
But now, wine and water seem the same,
and jam never tastes as sweet.

Crimson forces of dawn,
Pardon cowering failed night;
Change of reign again!