No Echos

Reach deeply into the blood of my soul
Such darkness there to control

A crimson black wave amid the velvet sea
And still that silent captured plea

And there are no echos in an empty space
The softest sound has no place

The direction is unclear and left to the test
To decide such a final best

The gentleness sparkles amid fragments of glass
And a damp mist shall rise at last

A muffled sound beneath a veil of storms
And nothing is warm...

The tragic Summer's winter song
But the notes have all gone...

To the stars
And the reaching out becomes too hard

Survival amid the raging winds, no beginning again
And perhaps not a friend to depend

Drowning in the warm blood, the silent cries
Of the careless tries and the empty eyes

Drowning in silent blood, that stretches the years
Over the many tears and the many fears

Drowning in the reddest blood, that scars so deep
The sleep is brief, there is no relief...

-Spider