The waves of crimson tides crash upon a porcelain shoreline
This isn’t the first time
This isn’t the first time

I cast my penance upwards
And it shatters at your feet
As the gavel strikes again and again
Mercy turns a blind eye…why?

The blood on my hands
The knife in my heart
Is the hidden blade behind my back
Still Dripping with the blood of my self destruction
A blood splattered oblation of all my fragile promises

A final sunset
Casts a shadow over the headstones of everything I’ve loved
Seeking escape from something I can’t even remember
Cyclical ritual surrender
This isn’t the first time

crimson waves crash again
Again and again
On fractured porcelain shores
Filled with all the broken pieces
Of the person I once was
And to no avail; perpetually, I fail
To put them back together
Never, forever
Again and again
For the last time