Once Dry Tears

The years of tears, I was so unwilling to let go of, Have finally flooded the gates of Crimson, I know not the cause or the reason, all I know..is hurt is abundant, Melencholy words pass through, One ear not to come out the other, but to remain, replaying in sad repitition, The emotional hurt now bleeds to the surface, I must release my sorrow, with a quick slash, One small stream of pain, Realeased from a vein of Crimson, my thin line between the beauty of insanity, is on the brink of becoming, something perhaps sane. I speak these words in attempt to vent, but I know there spoken in vain.