Red

The vultures with red eyes pick at my bones that contain no meat
But they pick in hope that I no longer have
I tossed the coin
And lost this game

I look and I have no more coins to toss
So I know I can't lose anymore
But the things I have lost have added up to my insanity
Which I have lost on more then one account.
My bodies fragrance smells of dead roses
This disease has raped body and mind
It's small bonny hands have reached into my ribs,
And pulled out my heart that held my soul

The candles burn and so does my skin that crawls with bruises and cuts
The cuts are so deep that you can evil which lays inside me like a helpless child.
But yet I still yearn to be set free from this chain that drags me down below
My eyes burn with fury but also with an ease that lies in my unclean hands,
Underneath my nails is the dirt that can not wash away
But sticks with you
The one word of sympathy is sorry
But sorry is a distant cry in this land I know to well
My eyes have now become as red as the blood that no longer runs through me

I know I have lost this game.