The blade slips from my grasp,
as i realize what i have done.
The Crimson Tide flows forth,
drowning all in its path.
It floods, spreads, unstoppable, unrelenting.
My black heart slows, it begs for mercy.
It begs for blood to quench its thirst
as its only nourishment pours from my wrists.
I'm drowning in the Crimson Tide,
the flow has reached above my head.
With my last breath i think one more thought.
A haunting thought of Her, the One,
who has blackend my heart so.
As the last thought of Her leaves my mind,
my last breath leaves my lips,
swallowed by the Crimson Tide |
