There is blood,
blood in your eyes.
Hallucinations are just like lies.
A so called glory,
it’s just cheating.
you can’t dry.
Dark bags underneath your eyes;
Those are something you can’t deny
because they won’t dissapear,
just like your glassy irises
they won’t sparkle and never they will shine for something beautiful.
leave a tear,
just before it’s too late to make your decision.
let your heart bleed,
her last breath;
Before you let yourself fly away…