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.