A Crimson Tear Appears as Seven

A mirror shatters
As the faithful clock strikes seven.
A poor soul wanders,
Seeking refuge in lost heaven.

A wounded heart begins to beat
As the eternal clock strikes eight.
Darkness fails and light I meet:
As I unravel threads of fate.

A lifeless face wears a smile
As the infinite clock strikes nine.
The soul forgets all the guile
As I cross what was once the line.

Yet once again, all hope is lost
As the unholy clock strikes ten.
All the fondest memories tossed
As I leave to be forsaken.

Broken over and over and over
As the never-ending clock strikes eleven.
Peace sought escapes and dies in the never:
A crimson tear appears as seven.