Black & Red

See, I'm close
I'm standing here,
Encircled with crimson,
Embodied by fear,

I'm your every thought,
Your light, your soul,
Even the deep red,
That pours from that hole.

The silver of the knife,
It'll shine bright,
As you carve and cut,
Hold it tight,

I'll be that force
That guides you through,
The one that screams
And laughs at you.

I'm every image
Imprinted in your mind,
I'm the bright light
That'll make you blind.

And after the journey,
I'll still be near,
Captured by darkness
And overrun by fear.