My head if full and throbbing
Inside, my soul is sobbing
I’ve done everything that I can do
I’ve answered the call as if on cue
I’ve worked my way through my life
And all the while overwhelmed by strife
But today….Where have my efforts gone
I fear not seeing tomorrow’s dawn
All of my efforts to be the best
Are not satisfactory on life’s test
Where are my comrads to hold me up
As I drown in the poison of the cup
Where and to Whom can one run
When their life is over and done
Consequently, I am lost and betrayed
My sins will now finally be paid
The Crimson Rivers begin to flow
Normally within, but without they show
As the particles escape through a tiny hole
The balloon deflates taking on a flat role
So too am I so coldly drained
Both inside and out I am pained
My body is painted Crimson Red
And so are the sheets on my bed
Finally, at last….Clear is my head
By the Grim Reaper I am led
Sadly though….Now I am dead
Bathed Forever in Crimson Red