Battle of the Crimson Stone

I dreamt
I dreamt
I dreamt
That you would be the only one
I’d put a bullet in my temple
If I only had a gun
A middle finger to my mother
Because my father hates his son
I curse out all the ravens
While I fall in love with crows
Not just one, a murderous ton
As they rest in the courtyard,
A memorial of my friends.
I visit the cemetery as my nightmares take control
This fight with a razor will finally take it’s toll
My teardrops hit the floor
Like a bomb that kills some more
Detonating on my carpet
Leaving stains like burning grass
Torching charcoal though my past
I avoid the mirrors,
For I refuse to look backwards
And find a demon
Or stare into my eyes,
The windows to my soul.
I feel so freaking filthy
So dirty and unclean,
Because of what they do to me
It makes me think this way.
My father beats my brother
Makes my mother hate him more
But I demise my parents both.
I took a look a the razor
And thought about the blood
But I won’t pick up the scissors
And I always drop the knife
You can call me a wuss,
But I’ll win this crimson battle
In a fiery reign of hell,
I listen to your wounds give a haunting call
And if mine give one out as well,
May I burn and hope to die.
I’ll win this war,
Because I’m stronger than you
Can run longer than you
Live better than you.
Stop looking for answers
In a single stream of blood
You won't find anything
Unless you look where I would.
In the cemetery I visit because
I dreamt
I dreamt
I dreamt.