Black or Red

Alone and loveless, no light to show the path
What have I done to suffer under hell's wrath?
If I look but no one is there
Then it is just my shadow standing there

The blood is fresh as it drips down
Like a leaky faucet, though unfixable now
Is the pain real or in my head?
How do you know when you are dead?

Illusions and dreams inside my mind
Reality kills me more each time
Black is the darkness that sleep brings
Red is reality, like the cuts which sting

Reality strikes again as I press to my skin
The sharp-edged blade, my only trusted friend
The comfort that the blood red brings me
Might be enough to set the pain free

Still as sleep claims me once again
I find I have yet another friend
Dreamless darkness, silent as death
Blacker than taking one's final breath

And still trapped inside my sorrow
I wonder what pain is promised tomorrow
They mix together inside my head
What brings the most comfort-black or red?