Day of Reckoning


Blood pours softly from thine eyes and slowly down thine cheek
Please drip gently in a puddle at my lover's feet

Shallow is the puddle not, only as deep as my pain
Flow long as the blood doeth run, from my soul doeth it drain

Blood lies calmly in your puddle and still at his feet
For if you roar
More blood shall pour
And fear doeth my heart meet

Shallow is the puddle not, only as deep as my soul
Flow long as the blood doeth run, for my pain doeth it hold

Lie sweetly like a winter pool, whose waves you cannot hear
But like that pool doeth you freeze any heart that may be near

Blood dries quickly in a spot and a lie shall you be
Cover thine tracks with smile and laugh, then happy will be me

Tomorrow you shall have a friend, one who looks like you
Unless the next nerve that is struck, express my soul so true

Tired of the pain I am, so insanity is my plea
Now the only blood doeth drip
Gentlly at my feet!

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