The rain pitter-patters on the windshield
Soon after the wipers come back and smear them away
On the side windows they trickle rivulets down like streams
You can here the engine settling and cooling down
And there I sit on the shores of Red Lake

I lean my head back and breath deeply in
My breath clouding above those parted split lips
Even though the warmth of the truck is comforting
Nothing can take away the stench I’m drenched in
And there I sit on the shores of Red Lake

Anger takes over and I punch the wheel
But recoil quickly as the pain shoots up and my knuckle splits
The blood trickles down the white knuckles
As does the small red ribbon out off of my lips
And there I sit on the shores of Red Lake

Closing my eyes and leaning my head on the wheel
Then twisting the key out of the truck ignition
I open the door and step out into the misty air
I then slam the door, and walk over to the unmoving mound
And there I stand on the shores of the Red Lake

The rain bounces off of the shadowed silhouetted figure
And seems to almost create a angelic glow
But some beat fearicly into his form, soaking deep in
The angry waves lap hungry at His lifeless form
And there I stand on the shores of Red Lake

His once beautiful face is distorted in a wave of fear
Those once shinning blues eyes have but fogged over in a glaze
The ruby lips are parted as in mid argument, but cut off
The flesh, cold and pale are ever so stiff now with red ink running
And there I stand on the shores of Red Lake

Posed as he is, he looked to be a heart broken lover
Clutching at his crest where it had been torn out
The wooden handle stuck out from under his overcoat
The blood pooling all around staining the blue water
And there I stand on the shores of Red Lake


A thin trail of it led away from him, towards my truck
And I look backwards, and then down
The tight white shirt spattered in red now
The fabric of the jeans clung because of the damp red
And there I stand on the shores of Red Lake

The rain was washing what was left on my face down
Dripping ever so slowly down, down, down then splashing in the puddles
Dropping to my knees my right fingers run through his hair
I unclench my left fist to see that red mass
And there I shiver on the shores of Red Lake

Looking down sitting back on my knees
I can imagine it pulsing, thumping wildly
As it rushed blood to the wound, only to be helping
It seemed to be on my side, unlike his mind
And there I shiver on the shores of Red Lake

I stand and walk over to the lake
The pebbles crunching under the Twisted X boot heel
Scooping up the water, disturbing it, rippling away
It splashes across my skin dying every thing a red
And there I shiver on the shores of Red Lake

The water settles back in place
And I dare a look in the depths
My eyes widen in horror,
Pulse quickening


Panic stricken, I see only a wicked smile coming from down below
And there I scream on the shores of Red Lake

Rising up from the covers of the bed
Soaked in a cold chilling sweat
I see the gray terrain around and little sunlight coming through bars
Then an evil, wicked laugh escapes and I rock with laughter
And there I sit behind bars on the shores of Red Lake