*PLAY MUSIC AS YOU READ*
The red drips down onto the ground.
The carpet soaks it in.
Soaks in the pain, the sorrow.
Drained from the place where it all hid.
Gone from the world, only his.
It swirled in wrath, it squished with rage
The only time we feel no pain,
Is when there's none that's left, that remains.
The time we feel that we should die is when we need to look to the sky.
Look past the clouds.
Look past the doubt.
Look around the things we always think about.
And look to the light that shines in the dark.
That lights our way.
When we are in doubt.
That gives us hope.
That fills our strife.
That gives a new purpose to the dark in the night.
This is the light that we need see,
To truly believe that we have the key,
To the lock on our hearts that have chained us down.
This is the lock we should not think about.
Past the lock.
Past the chain.
Past the way we think in our brains.
Past the clouds that fill us with doubt.
The clouds of red, we should not think about.
These are the clouds which pour the rain.
Filled with doubt and sorrow and pain.
It's time to move past the red rain.
And see the light and all that remains.
