Slashing scars across my arms
Form patterns of eternal pain.
Crimson beads bring charms
Of promises forever slain.
The pounding heart keeps beating;
The days keep going by.
The silence keeps on screaming;
And I still live the lie.
But what if it all ended,
If the silence grew too loud?
Could the fire tended,
Engulf and cow the cowed?
Again, the darkness opens up the burning pain inside.
The only free release is a swirling crimson tide.