Bloody Skies

I break the glass and cut my wrists
An obscene mess of eternal bliss
The shattered panes of my lost reflection
Embrace the mirror image of my forgotten dimensions

A candle burns, an obsolete flame
An eternity of mistakes
Only I am to blame

Pacing deserted roads to find a seed of hope
Desperation
Hope is a twisted fascination
White to red
A beautiful alteration

If only my thoughts were as clear as the blade
This endless self sacrifice could be tamed

I wash my hands of selfish desires
To reveal a cold, grim reality
Artificial reasoning
An optimistic downward spiral

On my way to bloody skies, these veins run dry, I embrace my demise
Fading in the distance, this scattered sight
No longer will I have to fight