The barriers are down
im bleeding from inside
the money of regret
is weeping upon the will
the black and red of death
is seeping through the clothes
the blood is dripping slowly
through endless pages of old.

the mirror represents the lines
that grew around your face
the makeup that looked out of place
the fingers so distorted and worn
the ash that lay apon the ground.

The barriers are down
the tears they never end
the greed of power
the nothing left to find
the blue and green of tomorrow
is drifting through the walls
lying until the curtain falls.