Alone this dismal Friday night,

There is no hope, no shining light

Nobody here to comfort me

Nobody near to heed my plea


Alone I do not need to hide

I can show what's here inside:

A monster of tragic despair

It holds the weight I cannot share


I do not cry from out my eyes

Instead I shed my cloth disguise

And cry red tears from out my vein

For to feel love is to feel pain


Alone and crying crimson tears

I decide I have no fears

I put a bullet in my head

And now I am among the dead


I'm not alone, but with the dead.