Staining It Red

Last night was the way I saw
Lonely tears starting to fall.
I look beyond the darkness of life,
I see my blood spill, flows out like wine.

Your face shows anger.
Whilst mine is veiled with the shadows of tomorrow,
I look to farther, for
a way out of your present grace.

Stain, stain it red, with lips of death,
let it be-known upon my holy breath,
that only the fear from my eye's,
as they bore into your soul; terrible cries.

The way the scream shattered the glass,
of wine cups and those that sit upon window sills.
The chills I get when I remember that scream,
as the blade you had, caressed my skin.

I can't breath anymore,
I feel dead inside,
my world is fading,
but you keep on taking.
Taking from me,
all that I need!

Piercing me with such sharp eye's,
but you make me want to try.
Try and make you see, that hurting me,
wont solve a thing,
not when I'm so in love with my pain.

Tomorrow never dies, but may never come.
Today doesn't fade,
and life is no-longer a place,
where I want to stay.