Floor

Cold floor
Drops of crimson and sorrow
Beads of pain and clear water
As one, they come.

A masquerade of strength and valor
Dancing the rhythm of beating aches
Singing the battles of screaming echoes
Living the waking hours of wailing woes.

Cold clear water and sorrow
Drops on the floor
of beads of crimson and pain
Tonight, they come as one.

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