Child borne of tainted light,

Made to thrive upon the night,

Running yelling,

No more telling,

In your eyes the tears are welling,

Broken, beaten, you are crying,

Though inside forever dieing,

Made to alone face your demise,

Brought upon by tearful lies,

You lay bleeding on the carpet,

Hoping this will finally stop it,

Crystal shards held in suspension,

Unknowingly catching your attention,

Cutting deeper, the blood, it rains,

Crimson tears upon my pains

Author: Sin, aka Secrets of Yesterday.