You feel the blood rushing to your head
Ears throb, cheeks burn a crimson hue
While all the world turns to you
Your eyes dart from unforgiving face to unforgetting stare
And you run
Lock yourself in where eyes cannot penetrate
You hear the whispers of the world
Seeping like a stain
A stain of cold, murderous blood
Underneath the door
It envelopes you
The colors, the noise, the light
Oblivious to it all
Eyes are cast down as you walk the march of forever
Into the gallows of accusation
The final cry of innocence tears itself from your throat
And escapes just before your forsaken body
Sinks to the ground
Marked by your own blood
The sin is forgiven, forgotten
But that cry lives on
Haunts the persecutors as they rest weary eyes
Turning a placid night into a terrorsome blackness
As the cry settles in
Nestled in the hearts of those
Unforgiving faces
Unforgetting stares
The blood is long gone
But the cry lives on.
The cry lives on.