Silhouettes fall one by one
Blackened droplets corroding the soft blueness
Of her wide open eyes so pure
Witnessing the destruction
Casually eroding her soul
One crimson tear at a time
She’s drowning her shallow mind
With these bloody rivers
She watches the child’s distorted reflection in her tainted blade
Are these the visions children are meant to absorb?
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Setting black examples and gifts of early graves
Blind to the flowing tears of the child
Darkly sitting in the corner wishing a crimson death
Following a “loving” mothers path
Is this the end of the dirty road?
Or is there so much more pain to follow
Those eyes that were once blue have changed
Into just another void...
Void of self
Or maybe just a void of hope