So the sky stained a crimson red,
I had painted it with my bloody hands.
The hands born in power,
Soaked in shame.

As I build my paradise on top of your shattered dreams,
I still can't understand the lust
Drawing me closer to fantasise about you.
About your love; fantasising your tragedies.

So I gaze
At the crimson red sky,
And begged for mercy.
For my sins are great.

--Uncertain