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.

A Crimson Tear Appears as Six

Solace found in inner peace,
What was lost seemed to be found.
A crying soul wanting to be free;
Eternity sadness surround.

Why is there happiness outside?
A smile always seen in your face.
Why is there loneliness inside?
Midnight tears flow without a trace.

Single?
Double?
Mingle?
Trouble?

In silence I find solace.
In darkness I find peace.
Sadness bleeds with the pain it inflicts;
A crimson tear appears as six.

A Crimson Tear Appears as Five

Confused.
Sorrowful.
Amused
and joyful?

No.

Everything has a reason
And everything has a rhyme?
Am I hurrying a season
And missing most of my time?

Why do you keep hoping
For something in the sky,
Why do you keep searching
For something forever high?

As life and strength fade
A heart sheds a tear.
Under night's endless shade,
A soul cringes in fear...

A new life
A new strength
Nothing but strife
Life's short cut length

Is torn

And ripped

By merciless events.

Time passes by
Tired people turn eternal
Wanting to die
The sorrow grows abysmal

Even

Into the depths of oblivion
Souls seek rest.
Holding forever redemption
And merciful salvation.
But
No light shines through,
No warmth is kept;
Slowly letting go
Joy now is not felt...

Forever tomorrow,
Never today.
My mind turns narrow,
And emotions at bay;
Everything turns sorrow
I just have to say:

Your presence in my days
Made me realize I'm alive.
But now, my sanity sways;
A crimson tear appears as five.

A Crimson Tear Appears as Four

The past haunts me,
The past calls my name in a tone.
The past becomes an enemy,
The past becomes all but alone...

Even if I try to run,
The clouds seem to grip my stride.
A flash of screams from a gun
Forever crushes all my pride.

Tears tremble in my eyes
And a soul vanishes from sight.
Fears quiver in all lies
As a promise shatters
And never takes flight.

The sky is dark;
As midnight silence of my might.
A distant and sorrowful hark
Corrupts my will to fight.

In silence, my soul keeps dreaming;
but
In space, my person changes.
With time memories lose its meaning
and yet
Continue to wrap me in its flanges.

Even if the stars are forever bright,
Things will never be the same as before.
Something wrong betrays everything right:
A crimson tear appears as four.

A Crimson Tear Appears as Three

Two tears collide
In a patch of sunshine made for one.
Memories in an unending history
Will soon be forever gone.

Two souls meet
Under a starless sky.
Sorrow burdened in laughter
Left nothing but a lie.

Two eyes cross
For the very first time.
In a moment's slide
Tales lose their rhyme.

Two hearts beat as one
In the place truth and joy reside.
Friendships start to tremble
As reality and fantasy collide.

Countless as the stars may seem,
Pointless as to count life precious,
Never can the pain fade away
When the clock strikes vicious.

A path bends,
Two souls wander free.
The promise made eternal ends;
A crimson tear appears as three.

A Crimson Tear Appears as Two

Bonds remain broken.

Lives become disjoint, torn, and lonely.

Souls start to separate into ethereal fragments helplessly blown away by the evening wind.

Eyes cannot stand to look at each other, thus continued to steal momentary glances that robs the heart the brush of happiness.

Fates continue to move in parallel fashions, slowly turning askew, never to cross each other's paths forevermore.

With strength inadequate, tears abundant, visions blurred, and hopes lost, feet frailly staggers to climb the ascend to victory, or so it seems.

Dragged by rotted memories blunted by time and tarnished by sorrow, hands absorb the shock of a mortal fall in a loud clap of thunder and a titanic mist of uncertainty.

All familiarity is lost due to the merciless cogs of time that turns the wheels of fate.

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A crimson tear wandered aimlessly in the sorrowful air. It met a familiar face, although it cannot seem to fully unravel its true nature. The face was missing its usual smile the tear was so accustomed to see everyday. The face was alone, looking into the ground, with an unknown air surrounding it. The tear continued to wander aimlessly into the flow of time and the threads of fate, leaving the now unfamiliar face behind. The face was no longer a face, but a shape the tear could not express into words or even into formidable thought. The face was gone.

Perplexed, the crimson tear started to fall and unite its useless self to the midnight ocean. But the second hand of time broke its fall, the minute hand of life devoured all its remaining hopes, and the hour hand of death tore asunder everything it held dear.

Tears provide the fuel that makes the merciless cogs of time turn faster and faster to speeds monochromatic, hurling everything aside, destroying lives and countless souls, while making space for wounds to heal and absences to mend.

A Crimson Tear Appears as One

One cannot help but to look back at events which had transpired in your seemingly finite space and time. One continue on living their life to the fullest, placing aside growing doubts about the future because of a wounded past. Looking at the ebony sky studded with the small lights of the countless stars, a person could dream of an infinite existence wherein everything is perfect, everything is happy, and everything and everyone are slowly weaving their own blankets of security with their own threads of fate. Time surges forward in the glimpse of a moment's existence, and then, all chaos breaks loose. The smiles of everyone suddenly disappears, and the lights shining suddenly turn black as all happiness is lost.

At an interval of a second, every dream and every reality which has been created has been destroyed by a force unknown to everyone. As a lone crimson tear falls down into twilight seas, time suddenly stops. Sadness covers the warmth of the sun's rays and poisons everything it touches and leaves within its mystifying wake. The world, at a sound of a heartbeat, suddenly turns as dark as the depths of despair and as cold as the embrace of being alone. The cogs of destiny remained in an infinite state of stasis, sustaining all the tears welling up in everyone's eyes and all the sighs being uttered by everyone's exhausted souls.

Fate seems to be cruel.

Humans say they are the poorest creatures when deep and inescapable sadness befalls them, and yet humans are also the ones only capable of the most evil and heartless of things.

A soul brave enough to stand against time rises above all others. Strengthening its resolve to save all the remaining hopes and wishes each kindled in their hearts, the soul pushes a titanic gear all by himself. He bore the seemingly impossible task by himself. But true enough, fate started to move again, and destiny started to resume its course.

The soul goes unnoticed. Everyone else regains their lost vitality and starts to look upon the stars again once more. This time, a streak shines across the night sky wished upon by the hopeless to regain strength. The stars answered their selfish desires. The soul which bravely and silently pushed time back into its track slowly lost all its memories. Slowly, life trickled out from his poor soul, until nothing was left of him but a fragment of light. He became one of the stars that the other souls kept praying on for strength. That time, he did not understand why that has to happen to him. He cannot keep his tears from welling up in his eyes. It seemed that his destiny was over, and time will stagnate leaving him in that agonizing state of sorrow and despair.

And then, a lone crimson tear falls from the midnight sky and into the twilight night...

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"The greater the hope, the grater the despair. Believing in someone is something only foolish people do."
- Keough in Ragnarok the Animation