"Silence In The Crimson"

Here we stand on this white canvas
Showering with the blood of slayed, innocent feelings
Clenching the fists on the yet not fallen
Crimson over taking all other colours
Silence in the crimson
Silence in the crimson

I got out of this fairytale on my knees
They were toxic hopes and dreams
Blood from shattered pieces became my second skin
Like a messed up blanket of suffering long time gone
There is faith no more in the silence of the crimson

Here we stand on this white canvas
Showering with the blood of slayed, innocent feelings
Clenching the fists on the yet not fallen
Crimson over taking all other colours
Silence in the crimson
Silence in the crimson

Cupid shooting his death darts
Poisoning us to the point
Where only poison flows in our veins, no blood
The darkness in my mind
That is what is killing me

There is blood on my trembling hands
While I finish off the last of not yet fallen
The silence is deafening, killing, destroying
Tonight I will be left by myself with nothing
On this white canvas that now drips with still warm crimson

Here we stand on this white canvas
Showering with the blood of slayed, innocent feelings
Clenching the fists on the yet not fallen
Crimson over taking all other colours
Silence in the crimson
Silence in the crimson

Silence sucks in all my cries
And now I find myself in my soul
With that dreading silence
All alone

The End

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