Crimson Tears
A girl with crimson hair looked up at the full moon,
Tears glistening in her turquoise eyes
She couldn't go back home tonight
Her mother wouldn't be there;
She was in the morgue,
Cold and dead inside an ebony coffin,
Her broken body cradled in maroon velvet
The funeral would be in a few days,
Rather to celebrate her life than to morn her death
That was her wish as she lay dying on the pavement,
Shards of glass from the crushed civic underneath her head
Why must the people the girl held dearest to her suffer the most?
That's what she's wondering
The world is twisted and harsh,
No second chances allowed
Her mother worked hard to make people less fortunate happy
But she was punished for her generosity and fairness
Or was she?
What if it was the girl that God intended to punish?
He succeeded
Who is this girl that cries crimson tears of sadness?
She is me.