Scarlet Heavens

Only for the wind, I lay myself down. Feeling this scarlet, scent of death. Under ebony shades, I dream of a child, dancing in Heaven. I must have seen, this face before. A monument, of shallow sorrows. Under ebony shades, a child now dies, but grievance won't regain. Something grasp for my soul, I think it's God. But my sorrow is dragging me down, through my sins. Where is God in his Heaven, why am I a twisted mind? Now I see the light above, but in darkness I must fall. For my soul, you pray at last. Will I find my place? The stench of sorrow, that pierce my flesh, can never be pure. When the blackness overwhelms me, where shall I turn? To run away, to never look back, to run away from evil.