Trail of crimson realities

Thoughts of past anger
Are splattered with bloody fatalities
It seems like all I have left
Is a trail of crimson realities

It always feels like
I wake up in the middle of the night
Pretending the nightmare was fake
That every things going to be alright

Because I know thats what you would tell me
If only you were here
But the nightmare of your death
Is the one thing I still fear

It seems like I have a dream
Of rage and brutality
And then I wake up
And it all becomes crimson reality