As the light in my soul fades to black,
I stare into the night sky.
The moon shining down upon my skin,
with no hope of redemption in sight.
I scream into the darkness searching for answers.
The silence is my only reprieve.
The blood on my hands stirs the confusion in my mind.
As the ruby red drops warm my skin,
My head is swirling with wonder.
Could this all be a dream?
The streetlights lead me to the end of the path.
I run, both wakened and weary towards the end of the drive.
The ground at my feet begins to burn like the fires of hell.
How much more can one body take?
The light at the end of the path calls my name,
But alas, my feet will take me no further.
I fall to my knees, crying for redemption.
For what have I done?
As I look to the heavens for answers,
the rain pours down on my face washing away all the shame.
As the dust settles around me, the light begins to fade away.
But where has everyone gone?
My agony has turned cold.
My body has become numb.
The world spins and the fog thickens.
The light has faded away.
The ruby red has taken hold,
What once was warm has now turned cold.
Is this how the end has come to be?
All along...it was me.
