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