Done.

Water flows down the walls in this endless sea of life

A crystal bubble shatters on the ground

Rain as red as babies blood and a scream that pierces the soul

Silence afterward, darkness with no sound

Music gone, beauty gone, as abcent as the sun

Ripples in the waters surface, ripples in the chain

A broken body in the dirt, will never come to stand

What was done, was always done, and will be done again.