In The Crimson of Your Optics
Violent storms rage in the crimson of your optics.
I see the emotional whirlwind you try to hide inside.
It's a beast,
And it's awakening
Ready to tear into me,
Contaminate me
With its uncontainable rage.
The broken crystal of my frame
Might shatter through this monster you've become.
In the crimson of your optics,
I see something deep within,
Something like a Demon
That threatens to take over all the time.
Its soul deep,
So you can't run from it.
It's feeding off the Misery
That it's sparking between us
Growing until it's not just a buzzing in your mind,
But a creature that becomes you,
As you deteriorate into nothingness.