Crimson tears slide down my cheeks, regret they lack,
Of those morning I want to go back.
I’d take her pain and keep it close
So much more than I can say for most.
She slipped in it with an Angel’s ease,
The seizures took her to her knees.
She bucked and kicked upon the floor,
I hope this pain she sees no more.
Memories haunt her seizing thought,
Of her rapes I hope she forgot.
I went through it long ago,
The image’s stick like a memory slide show.
They pass along before my eyes,
Over it, I’ve had a million cries.
