Sapphire Blue

Blood on my hands. Always. Her pretty blue eyes and those red lips. Still lingers in my dreams. Still history repeats itself.

Repeats, repeats. Repeats! Screaming. Blood on my hands.

Those damned blue eyes. Reaching out. For my soul? It screams. Just for a night. Repeat. Just on more time, and just for a night.

Can't get it off. The blood. Still, it lingers...

Beauty and truth, woven into the details. Those details that makes us different. Beauty? Always the beauty, right there in the details, and in thinking we could have been.

Those pretty eyes. Crying. Heartbeats, repeats. Always repeats.

Those lies we tell, all woven in.

Trying to wash it off. The blood. Leaving only scars from her tears.

Tears that always repeats, but for a night.