The crimson river overflows br To drown a cold and heartless blade br What when the victim deals the blows br To suffocate her shame with pain? br br The welcome poison clouds her mind br But cannot still her trembling hand br The culprit of a deed- the kind br That further shames her with its brand br br The flame can smolder much too soon br When her own heart and flesh fall prey br 'My tears can only salt the wounds' br But this blood thirst drives her insanebr br Steven Calderonbr br