Sapphire Blue

Blood on my hands. Always. Her pretty blue eyes and crimson red lips. Still, it lingers. A memory. Always there 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.

And those lies we tell, all woven in.

The lies and tears that always repeats.

So I wash it off, the blood.

Leaving only scars from her tears.

At last, or just for a night?