Red

Its a fountain of blood,
in the black of a shadow.
Come up, stand by the rim,
drink from its warm liquid.
Feel the rush of the sin,
feel the hope of the dead.

Its the trail of cinder,
under the souls of your feet.
You're the one who walks it,
on its one way street.
See the faith in the lost,
see the will in the doomed.

Its a whisper under water,
a last breath giving a secret.
It grows more and more distant,
pounded by the tall waves.
Taste the salt in your wounds,
taste the pain in my heart.

Its the sounds of a ghost,
the cold voices in the dark.
Stop and listen for a while,
watch the night come alive.
Hear the screams in the silence,
hear the cries from the suffering.

Its a tree that has fallen,
dieing without a word.
Rotten on the inside,
Alive, though there's no hope.
Know that this world is evil,
know that you're not alone.