Crimson blisters on my fingers,
pains evidence only lingers.
Touching tears that slip off my cheeks,
acidic dreaming vividly leaks.
Dye my soul a brighter black,
Screaming monsters running off my back.
Sewing up what I have come to be,
Iím a patched creation that can no longer see.
Blood tasting metallic like a nail,
rainbows turn black after removing the veil.
Angelic faces grow horns of sharp,
laughing fiendishly as they play their harp.
Deafening screams release from the lips,
as the skin on a smile viscously rips.
Eyes widen at the site of a fetus jar,
demons making dirty money as they wait in the tar.
As I look down I see my face,
my other side comes out and I start to pace.
Running up the stairs where there isnít a door,
a white wall with nothing more.
My head started spinning as I thought this was hell,
everything clouded out by an annoying bell.
Another set of eyes open and Iím in my room,
it was just another dream and it wasnít my doom.