Crimson Rain

Do you remember the rain?
Do you remember every little drop
Knocking kindly at our window
And gliding down along cold pans?
They were playing our wistful melody
As you held me tight in your arms,
Whispering cruel, misleading promises.
Do you remember?
I do. I keep all the memories, locked in my soul,
While I just stare with blank eyes
At silent crimson pearls
Falling down, gently, from a fragile wrist.
And in the river of blood sacrificed for love
I see your beautiful face
Laughing wickedly at me
For the very last time.