Tears of crimson,
heart of coal.
I clench my fists,
you swallow me whole.

A shallow laugh,
plays on your tongue.
I stand at the gallows,
delicatly hung.

Lies in quotation,
at the bottom of the sea.
In my water burned ears,
your words of glee.

Your mother cries,
as you kill her too.
Knife in hand,
running her through.

Noone will look under the tree,
as you sit longing for silence.
Rocking slowly,
dreaming of violence.

Dead children in boxes,
hidden softly from view.
Shovel in hand,
nothing new.

Numbers etched in your skin,
shivering in the cold.
You know you will die,
without growing old.

You hide your sins from sight,
laying under the tree alone.
You watch the stars slide by,
on your bed of bone.

I sit beside a marble girl,
watching you unaware.
You lay and sigh,
not seeing me there.

I would come to you,
to late for me.
You had gotten me first,
I can no longer be.

You shiver in the cold,
I slowly start to smile.
You are away now,
with me in a while.

I kiss you softly,
feeling slightly guilty.
Your lips where cold,
mouthing secrets untold.

You drifted to sleep,
me by your side.
You remember my death,
the rope you tied.

Tears of crimson,
heart of coal.
I clench my fists,
swallow me whole.