Something inside begins to sicken,
And my pain begins to thicken,
Into something more than Suffering,

As the Pain wells up,
It fills this mortal cup,
To its very brim,

I spill over and lose part of me,
Amidst Darkness I forget to be,
And I fall away from the light,

And I cry crimson tears now,
And I shed crimson tears.

It is an existence less than Life,
It is an existence more than Death,
Life is a memory as existence starts to be,

My Pain is all that I see,
As Torment shrouds my destiny,
And I forget to breathe,

An inky black cloak of Illusions,
Is drowning me in its Night,
And I reach out for anything,

So I clutch at nothing and sob in silence,
The silence inside an empty frame without recompense,
Hope is so far away now and hidden from sight,
I fail now even to see its light,

And I cry crimson tears now,
And I shed crimson tears.

My life fades into hollowness that begins to crack,
As I try and fail to bear my Suffering upon my back,
I fall alone in a forest unknown,

The Wind is howling all around,
Snarling and gnashing its teeth with menacing sound,
As it tears through the trees,

And a bitter cold,
From storms of old,
Sinks into me,

How easy it would be to just lay my burden down,
And to excise this leaden frown,
And drift, free, away,

Instead I pick up my head,
And choose to stagger on,
I pick myself up out of my snowy bed,
And weary I shall carry myself,
Unto an unseen dawn,

And I cry crimson tears now,
And I shed crimson tears.

And I take up all my hopes and fears,
I accept their burdens in future years,
And I choose to carry on,
I choose to carry on.

04/20/2004