Crimson Swirl

 

Crimson swirl of all that could be -
Bloodstains on the floor that none see.
Lies unspoken but breathing anyway -
Lines are drawn, and angels fell today.
Toxic pain a death cry in the silent night;
Angels fallen now live without the light.
Crimson swirl born again, ashes renew
From old flame consumed in red to blue.
Hatred of all but the core lives again,
Bleeding the life out every now and then.
Secrets flare in the darkness and breathe
As angels fallen feel the anger within seethe.
Crimson swirl falls fresh from open palm -
The price to be paid for the fleeting calm.
Bitter poison of the soul drips down fresh;
Scars soon to be formed now brand the flesh.
Darkness born in pain contorts the whirl
While angels fallen feed the crimson swirl.