scarlet streaked hands reach toward the mirror
leaving bloody trails through wine glass mazes
and twisted images run amok
decayed fingernails reach skywards
in vain attempts to see the light
we're lost inside this twisted nightmare
and nothing but the screams of the haunted hold us here
we gaze skyward
drinking in the masses cloaked in despair and death
shining bright for all to see
we die slowly
as our scarlet streaked hands reach toward the mirror
leaving blody trails through wine glass mazes

