Blue and Red

There's ink under my nails again.
And nothing makes any sense.

My head is spinning again.
And the raindrops are streaming down the window.

There’s blurred faces and rough shrugs again.
And I can’t blame Time in this moment.

There’s a strong wind blowing me backwards again.
And these poor feet are tired of holding ground.

There’s a burning candle dripping wax onto night stars.
And I never want to need you again.

There's blood on my hands again.
And I've never felt more alone.