Crimson Tears
        by: Justin Sane  (jeru24@Writing.Com)
Crimson tears,
born from years,
of dying pain,
and endless strain.

Darkened fears,
taunts and jeers,
never ending,
unrelenting.

Take thy place,
in disgrace,
for heaven's fall,
without call.

Listen to,
ghosts of past,
remember lies,
forget the laughs.

Just let go,
be set free,
from this freezing,
living dream.

Come to us,
your last home,
forever holding,
all unknown.

Never question,
learn your lesson,
Sit in silence,
gentle violence.

Lose all voice,
lose all thought,
lose all heart,
fall apart.

Be still now,
soon it comes,
death is calling,
for someone.

Next in line,
it's your time,
do not run,
you can't hide.

Crimson tears,
from long ago,
tell the tale,
of forgotten souls.

Turn away,
to the fray,
and never speak,
of this day.

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