All I can see is black. 
Nor more sunny days nor any rainbows. 
Sometimes a knife is all I need to end it.
But once you start there is no turning back. So should I end it all with her or continue? 

My life is a blur so if I end it I really won't miss it.

All I see is red. 
That means I want blood.
But whose, mines or yours?
More than likely mines therefore the pity won't, set in on an unclean soul. I rather hear my cries and taste my tears then to ever take anothers life. 

All I see is death. 
Whose? 
Mines. 
How violent, painful, full agony, yet the only way a child of strength should be killed. 
By who?
By you. 
By the image in the mirror she kills me. 
And once my blood is no longer running,
The image relaxes as the new me emerges. 

From the blood of the powerful, the tears of the strong, the shouts of the warriors I emerge. 
I emerge more powerful than before, more powerful then you.
I emerge and I crush you for doubting and hurting me. I break the mirrors so you can see me as me. As the new being, the child of God. I am finally free. 

My blood, my Hands, My future are you in or out?