In the sea, the crimson rain
fades away to kill the pain.
Blackened skies and violent waves
soothe the soul of prior days.
Silent cries that shrill the night
dull the heart and break the might.
Waiting games are what we play
even if within dismay.
Locked up hearts and broken keys
bring the strongest to their knees.
Crimson rain pours down my face
taking me to another place.
A place inside, no one will find
to be unlocked another time.