As I stand here, in this desolate room,
the desolation that I've created.
My hands quake, as crimson flows out from the countless wounds I've inflicted.
I glance over the mess, the destruction, the radiation of the room I'm standing in.
Eyes, furiously scanning for any object that gleams perfection,
awaiting my fists and destruction to tear it all apart.
Breaking it,
Tearing through it,
Only red, shattered remains and chaos follow my wake.
My heart, gleaming with fury and adrenaline.
My head, painted in red, as a metalic fragrance enters, and wakes my senses.
Glass, scattered all over the floor.
Glass, penetrating my head.
My hands, gripping the sides of the mirror.
My eyes, wide as my vision blurs, only focusing on the bloodied mess infront of me.
Broken and scattered.
Shattered and deranged.
My mouth, stuck in a smile.
My mind is shattered,
and Im deranged.
I'm broken,
and Im scattered.
Like the glass, that laid bare on the floor.
Forever tainted.
- Nightmare
(lol wth is that change from 1 to 2 LMAO)
