I feel the sunlight retreat
It does not want me to see
What my introspection brings
As the words leak out of me
Everything's a shade of red
From the mirror to my hands
Staining everything I touch
As I reach for what is loved
Smearing fleeting memories
Spattering those I can't see
Pieces of what used to be
Pooling around my two feet

No one has the right to judge me
As I pick at open wounds
Some cuts are deeper than lifetimes
Roots that kill must be removed

I feel the sunlight retreat
It does not want me to see
What my introspection brings
As the words leak out of me
Everything's a shade of red
From the mirror to my hands
Staining everything I touch
As I reach for what is loved
Smearing fleeting memories
Spattering those I can't see
Pieces of what used to be
Pooling around my two feet

No one has the right to judge me
As I pick at open wounds
Some cuts are deeper than lifetimes
Roots that kill must be removed

Doom in bloom
Doom in bloom
Doom in bloom
Doom in bloom
Doom in bloom