Confession Salvation 3

I can't help, but laugh. This feeling, its almost new. I am not afraid of my color, this crimson. My blood, my sin, this is who I- What is that, blood? That's not my blood. It's different. I don't remember killing anyone. Where is it dripping from? I can't see my reflection anymore. Who's blood is this? The only person that I knew, honestly ever knew me, he's fading, and who's blood is this? I don't want to be alone. So I'm in this darkness and even my true self foresakes me. Why have you foresaked me? I don't want to be lost again. The blood continues to drip from above, but I see nothing. Everything is gone, even my color.