When I close my eyes,
I see crimson,
Heaven seemed like such a prison,
Why can’t I feel your love?
Have you forsaken me?
Was I not enough?
Your light hurts my eyes,
It’s so blinding,
But yet I get no comfort from your sight,
I tried my best to love you,
To worship you,
But whenever I called out for you,
My voice just got lost in the wind and I felt like such a fool,
Was I always meant to be dammed?
Was that always your plan?
For me to see nothing but crimson,
And to fall from grace with an empty feeling in my bosom?
~a sleepy ghost~