Crimson

Crimson rain falls from the skies
Or is it really from her eyes?
Crimson streaks blend together
They seem to go on forever

Crimson drips from her cheeks
They've been falling for weeks
Crimson beads grace the flesh
The reason she hides for the best

Crimson puddles on the floor
She doesn't want her pain anymore
Crimson pools at her feet
Where flesh and blood do truly meet

Crimson tears will line her eyes
Blood colors her view of the skies
Crimson are the words she writes
And she turns out the lights.