Blood dripping like that of a drying up waterfall.
Crimison red is full of the forgotten life.
Depletion of this is the remembered Death.
HEar the crying baby cry because he realizes the pains of world.
As he becomes used to the terrifying tribulation of life,
He begins to lose grip on his once truthful life.
In exchange for lies of the living, breathing pain weilders.
©Copyright 2001, 2002, Cybermr and A Failure to End Boredom.