Through the alleyways of despair
The troubled town of crimson wares
The blood curtains speak of passionate crimes
All the dead beings are out walking tonight
Following on from the thread of the past
Humans in the looking glass
Take on a different hue
Turning from their Rusty Rouge
To an indigo shade of blue
Mauve is the shadowy sky
Ladles of burgundy
As God's wine cellar spilled
Cross bow heart
Takes aim
At the creature in the forest
Going down, down, down
In flames
The size the weight
The body blow
The bolt from the blue
Which touches its brow
Like a charismatic healer
Bring her low
Falling in flame
Falling down in flames
Chasing off the chasms of scheme
Laying low in the undergrowth
The final aching biting scream
And fighting for her last breath
Turning in the psychedelic dream
Of a graveyard of birth and death
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