Crimson Rain
Do
you remember the rain?
Do
you remember every little drop
Knocking
kindly at our window
And
gliding down along cold pans?
They
were playing our wistful melody
As
you held me tight in your arms,
Whispering
cruel, misleading promises.
Do you remember?
I
do. I keep all the memories, locked in my soul,
While
I just stare with blank eyes
At
silent crimson pearls
Falling
down, gently, from a fragile wrist.
And
in the river of blood sacrificed for love
I
see your beautiful face
Laughing
wickedly at me
For
the very last time.