Stained Glass

Within theses walls of broken glass.

My concern, and paranoia feels quite askew

Because I can't comprehend what made me say.

The blood covered things I committed this way.

So the glass becomes smeared with that crimson trance.

And all is lost in love and romance.

Now I never darling said that I did love you.

And I never said I wouldn't do the things I do.

But what dose it matter because tonight.

I ended it all in a final crimson plight.