Stained Ivory

Looking down...                                                                                                                                    What was once ivory is now stained with crimson.                                                                                                                                                     Such beautiful red beads fall.                                                                                                                  What have I done,                                                                                                                                what has consumed me,                                                                                                                                                                   This sorrowful nightmare,                                                                                                                                                        when will it ever end?                                                                                                                                                                 Running from my past,                                                                                                                                                                  when there is now no future.                                                                           Fading...                                                                                                                                            Gently fading