Blind to Me

Cloaked in darkness with speckles of crimson, Tears scaring your cheeks so fair, And I, I crave my own end, To see my blood spill from my gaping throat, Oh, what sight to behold, You deny regrets but I am less naïve, Lessons learnt, it may be, But where is the peace, The closure, Mind, an abyss of broken thoughts, Spiralling to oblivion, The turmoil reeking havoc on my soul, Bitter betrayals seem like yesterday