It is all just a dream.
The imagined dripping.
My torture in my head.
My salvation in my hand.

                                                         Is the dream,
                                                         Really your imagination?
                                                         I feel your salvation, your torture,
                                                         Dripping from your hand,
                                                         Bleeding onto mine.
Red damnation floating,
Dancing in my mind.
I could open my eyes,
But I know I would see you.
I can already hear you cry.

                                                        Keep your eyes closed.
                                                        Just this once for me.
                                                        The color will soon turn stale.
                                                        As your tears stream from my      eyes.
                                                        Deafening silence will suffocate the fear.


                        Blind, we are alone.
                        Afraid to more than listen.
                        Too afraid to see reflections.
                        Red rain to cleanse the hope away.


So quiet while I float away.
Sunsets rend pleasantries from the sky.
Nighttime cries tears of stars.
Until I have pleaded with them all.
The vestigial words are only mist.

                                                        So calm as I leave this place.
                                                        Carried on top of the storm's        aching clouds.
                                                        The wind reclaims it's breath from my soul.
                                                        Red fists take hold of my diminished will.
                                                        As death's deceitful whispers lull the hate.


                       Tonight we descend,
                       As the mist parts in reverence,
                       To the oncoming flood.
                       That will hold us tight in its claws.
                       Until we see feigned peace..
                       Until we finally sleep..