The Silent Outcry Emitted By Crimson

Tiny beads of dew burn behind forced-shut eyes
Threatening to thwart the delicate disguise
Of past memories that remain a lie
For the only wish being wished is one to die
What escape can be sought? What is there to free
A broken soul from such misery
Caught in the tangled web of fake smiles and laughs
An endless maze, containing no path
So much to be said, so much to release
To another mind, so one's own may cease
Feebly attempting to find words to convey
Why this life is scattered in disarray
When once it was whole, believed to be true
Before reality and doubt sprung anew
To destroy the fleeting hope that clung
So desperately, and upon it hung
The last and only reason to smile
Before resorting to the rising bile
Accompanied by thoughts of irrational fear
Demolishing all that was once held dear
What would seem every story is left untold
Awaiting a time when the words may unfold
To those around that ought to know
Thus tightly bound is this tale of woe
Waves of despair wash upon the shore
Of a mind so desolate, in need of much more
Than what any power can grant or afford
Provoking the sickness that hastens to lord
Over all weaknesses and trials being faced
In which reigns the fear, currently based
Upon the consuming pain of a tortured spirit
Seeking relief where only a blade will hear it
For what else provides an outlet to such
Ensconced mute anguish, when too much
Sorrow is held within to possibly be
Bearable, hence arranged is a fee
To be paid with flesh, since only she
Sees how blood has the power to free.