The moon that once was full,
Fades slowly away into the night,
It was nothing but a memory,
Of a heart that once was so whole,
The pain of yesterday caught up to today,
Bring her to her knee's,
And try to save her,
As they watched her bleed,
With her heart in her hand,
She was never whole again,
Though she tried,
The pain just kept seeping in,
The pain of yesterday,
Is shrouded by today,
Causing vision to dance,
To dance in Crimson Red!
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