December 14, 2005
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Painted Pain on a Canvas
Empty motions of the day,
Trances at the wall
She lets the blade fall from her cold fingers
Crimson blood falls in waterfalls
Rubies sparkle and shine in her mind
Closes her eyes and sees
Painted pain on a canvas
Significance runs as meaninglessness encroaches on old territory
Running a marathon does not compare
Breathe deep and hard
Slipping away into oblivion
No tears are shed as fallen angels whisper in her ear
Black wings beat her unconscious
Pain, wonderful and sweet
It’s better than the torture endured a lifetime ago
Sweet surrender to the darkness,
Leaving rubies and crimson tears behind
