The crimson stain runs down my cheek,
And with it now I freely weep,
Could you not come and stop this black?
Break my heart and take it back?
I forged the dark, I made the blight,
The pain is mine alone to bear,
Despite my cries you left it there.
The crimson stain runs down my face,
Alone with your silence in this desolate place.
This weight of night I’ve brought to life,
It darkens my world with pain and strife.
The hurt I’ve caused it clouds my sight,
Through the darkness I see you ,
But wonder if your love is true.
This crimson stain flows over more,
Why didn’t you close that darkened door?
Will you now cut the black from me?
Perform the brutal surgery?
Heal their hearts and make it right?
Or will you let me fall once more,
Dark and broken on the floor?
The crimson stain flows over me,
You whisper of your plans to be,
The black, the dark, and every pain ,
You’ve allowed them for my gain,
And when the healing is complete,
I’ll gladly bow down at your feet,
Pure, and clean, and white.
Whole and cleansed by your crimson stain
Grateful and willing to suffer again.