Under Crimson Skies

The glass has decayed
 and returned to sand
 yet still I dreamed
 that this would never end.
 Standing on a platform
 are you too cruel to suffer?
 Squeezing my hand tighter
 with shards of glass in your palm.
 You buried me against my will
 under crimson skies I was lying still
 gently I gripped your hand
 as the blood poured onto the sand.
 I looked to you to guide the way
 but the freezing winds lead me astray
 and atop the uphill climb
 you pushed me down the other side.
 I can still see your reflection in blood
 can you even recognise yourself?
 And you left me here to burn
 before reaching out your hand.