Solitary days and humble nights

Heartless

Chine chine the clocks unwind the midnight bell is here,
Forget forget memory's slip hearts are no more,
Red and blue red and blue blood and tears stain the room,
Lost lost none shall find as the clocks continue to unwind,
Crimson Crimson hearts torn out,
Phantoms consume those who doubt,
The moon turns red as blood is shed,
The cycle almost complete,
Light and dark light and dark all light is lost with their hearts,
A shell of darkness is all that's left,
Unable to live but exempt from death,
Chime chime the clocks toll,
Thus born is a heartless soul.