Crimson Tears
Crimson tears keep on falling
Clouded eyes slow in dawning
While sacred hearts beat forgotten tunes
Falseties of lies falsety of truths
Wasnt supposed to be this way
Your black heart beats in time
Deaths clammy hand never far
Always by your side
And what of the person you set out to be
The helper, the harmer, the lover. Was it me?
Anyway doesnt much matter now
Too late to stop your death clocks sound
But thats not nice to speak of
So hush a bye babe
Pretend everythings alright
Its all A OK
But the mirror of self reflects once again
The person you was, you are, has changed
Is that really me looking back?
Hard to tell through the mirror's blood stained crack
By The Hopeless Writer
P M Jarvis