dark red (crimson) full version
The blood pools beneath our feet
And forms a river of death,
fumes of iron rise from the ground.
It flows and grows and comes from a seemingly endless source
And I kneel.
Cupping the life-giving liquid in my hands,
Let the destruction trickle through my fingers,
Printing the colour into my face and memory.
A white light sears its way into my eyes,
Time seems to stop and sets memories afloat,
I see roses withering on the counter top,
becaue the buyer never had enough time to care for them.
Another world drifts past my sight
so I snatch it out of the void,
a dripping crystal sits on a hand
with the screams of dying men
Perhaps there is a better thought
I grasp at wind-blown straws
Like the blooming of anemones
but behind there's a story untold
Then reality clocks in,
Because all rivers run out sometime,
he falls
bringing my hopes and dreams with him.
And it only takes three minutes until the boy is run dry,
Soulless eyes staring blankly at the sky
And the battle rages on.
With the dust painting the world,
mourning a lost soul.