Overture Poem by Crimson Soul

An Overture Of Crimson Blood,
Spilling Deeply, In A Flood;

The Musical Symphony That Is My Screams,
The Monotonous Overtone That Is To Be;

Head Tilted Back,
Face Towards The Sky;
Here I Utter,
One Last Sigh;

Musical Wails Fill The Air,
As I, The Conductor,
Cut In Despair;

The Knife Is Guiding,
Through Each Stroke;
A Maestro Of A Single Note,
A Note Of Overflowing Lies,
A Note,
So Cleverly Disguised;

An Overture Of Pain,
A Symphony Of Violence;
As All Falls Unto The Floor,
Forever Silent...