Crimson Glazed...

Flow, colour of blood red,
Cry, bellow in hazed head,
Chalice of thine soul,
Pours crimson of old.

Decidence, purify dust and bones, 
Liquor, crucify the life, that I know,
Eyes cascade with nightingale,
Vast emptiness, as my heart stains. 

Dancing to the sound of falling stars, 
Hallow be thy name, 'til death do us part, 
Crashing thunder, echoes limp body, 
Moon glistening, tears fall to a violin story. 

Hear that sound, as crimson glaze drips, 
Drenched, crying mascara dries alone, 
Hear that sound, as life, I taste a glimpse, 
My liquid life, succulent silk, metal cold. 

Deafening, excruciating white light, 
Dandelion, succumbs to darkness, 
Death of life, breathless to the fallen, 
Gravity, instils a powerless fight. 

I surrender, 
Paint my canvas crimson, 
Feather my life, 
Dress my death with poisoned breath, 
Take from it, whatever you wish, 
This crimson tide, will forever be lost in the underbelly of society, 
This crimson tide, will forever be found in the hellfire of darkened reality. 

Paint as you wish,
Glaze upon my crimson red, 
Paint as you wish, 
I'm just a father, that has bled, 

My weepened days? 
Are but just a crimson Glaze, 

In death, a masterpiece, I'll paint...

Written by Wayne Stubbs
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