A Midst of Sadness

Bleeding Glass

I can see beyond the old printed glass
I look through the shade like it's beyond fading
The feeling between my fingers of yet a sorrow soul
The way the glass glistens with temptation

I want to walk through it
Maybe, just maybe it's a looking glass
There could be another world
A world yet forgotten
I want to see if what I see is real

The blood covered panels begin to rust
The glass has yet but a stain on the corners
It glistens when the light touches each branch of sun

Why does the blood begin to run so
This blood covered corners is brand new
It fades when I try to touch it
The blood upon each timbering glass 
The blood which changes each mellow thought