Crimson tears flow out

as the darkness envelopes her,

dragging me into its cold, dead arms,

a willing victim, so tired of this earth.

Too many times has the laughter caught

as she chokes on its lies.

Too many times have the jokes masked

the honest truth to truth-deaf ears.

Too many times has the sunshine with the rain

mixed, causing the storm to swallow her whole.

Too many times, too many pills,

too little numbness has left her,

a willing victim to the blade in which she uses,

to spill the crimson tears,

and which the darkness uses to envelope her-

a tragic victim of the damned and forgot soul.