Scarlet Tears
My face, torn and weary My heart, broken and burning My body, shameful and naked My soul, unknown Smeared wet paint Dance ritualy apon my face The colors of rich blue and nothing Messages imprinted Flare accross my body To let those know of the suffering That goes on within These scarlet teardrops Fall from my pail wrist A message to those whom forgot to care These scarlet teardrops Have left me cold Colder than the winter days These scarlet teardrops Have stained my skin Lik the ink in the bible of destruction Like my soul is staned from within These scarlet teardrops Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 02:59 AM PST 0 • 1
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"My face, torn and weary..."