Bloodshot

Looking in the mirror,
At myself with such disdain,
Wipe the mascara from my eyes,
As though I came in from the rain.

My eyes bloody with tears,
That fell so long and hard,
My heart sore from being sewn together
After being ripped into shards.

I place a hand upon my face,
And wonder how I became this way,
My eyes turning bloodshot
As I think about today.

Dark lines along my face,
As my mascara tears drip,
And a knife, so crimson red,
As my skin begins to rip.

Soon, my arm will match my eyes,
And my dead body will rot,
My skin gives red new meaning,
While my eyes redefine bloodshot.