Crimson Teardrops

Crimson teardrops fall rom a torn open scar, skin so bruised she couldn't walk very far.

Imagined shadows, parts of the past, Demons inside that made life go too fast. Too many voices inside that head of yours, welcoming the nightmares that the blade re-assures.

Addiction so strong the memories pull you in,
but if you enjoy it so much is it still classed as a sin?

There's no exit from a life that's been so brutally scarred, no love for a broken soul, not even a shard.