Walking down a dim lit hallway,
No shoes or socks upon my feet,
Feeling a river's chilling kiss,
Hearing the waters trickling by.
The blood of my sorrow and pain,
Drip to the waters under me,
Transforming the crystal blue to,
The hallways stretches ever on,
Dimly lit and always dark.
Dripping echoes in my ears from,
The leaking ceiling above my head,
Adding to the gentle splashing,
Of my feet within the river.
The water drips down my passive face,
And as I lick my soar, cracked lips,
I taste the salty bitterness of tears.
A river of sorrow at my feet,
Tears of angels falling from above,
As I wander,
Down a hallway with no end.