As I sit in crimson tides in pale marble,
A calm, an ease comes over.
I feel the life slowly leaving,
The calm sheet gives me peace.
As I sit in the marble tub odd friends call,
Dark, horrible ones of wicked sort.
To late am I to reverse the actions I foregone,
They soon will be my torture my pain beyond.
As I rest in crimson tides I pray forgiveness for what I've done,
Dark a shadow came closer to me and spoke,
It spoke words that turned my passing light to pure horror and dredd.
To do this I sought only breif relief of life,
Now I want it back.
My eyes illy gaze to the mornful clock,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick.
Now I lay in crimson tides,
Face of idiotic morning upon my face.
Wrist to elbow my door to escape,
Released I am to a land of pale embrace.
