Bloodstained Dreams

Silver,
Silverstreaked eyes of fathomable faith...
Leaking into you with ungesturable grace.
Crimson substances that aren't truly our own,
Instead shared by others and splattered on clothes.
Staring into an abyss of dread,
How can you be so sure you're free,
When you don't even turn your head?
Crimson substances leaking down,
Staining what was once yours
But is mine now.