by Christie Walsh

Running.

I can't keep running anymore.

Fighting.

No strength to fight you anymore.

And all that I can see is dark, and all I am is red.

Crimson.

Chances.

No more chances to turn back.

Choices.

This will be the last attack.

And all around me everyone is falling to the ground.

Crimson.

So many betrayals, so many many lies.

I can't stand it I'm not going to listen one more time.

The sun is rising scarlet and the dust is rising red.

Crimson, crimson in my head.

Dancing.

Beautiful in battle.

Shooting.

I heard the gunshot crack and I was scared.

And all the time the dust is floating in the air.

And all the time I'm bleeding red and I don't seem to care.

And all the world is bathed in light that strips the people bare.

Crimson.

So many betrayals, so many many lies.

I can't stand it I'm not going to see you one more time.

And I still loved your face when you shot me in the back.

Crimson, crimson fades to black.

So many betrayals, so many many lies.

I can't stand it I'm not going to listen one more time.

The sun is rising scarlet and the dust is rising red.

Crimson, crimson in my head.

Crimson, crimson brilliant red.

Crimson, crimson in my head.