Tears of Crimson Red

I‘m forced by society to see with eyes tainted by my blood.
It drips down, crimson red; I can’t help but focus on the pain.

Yet again, I have killed myself; the agony prolonged by fear of death.
From the corpse within the abyss of cold, I am reborn.
The old self has too much hate to recover; it demands a blood debt.

The shadows await the new god’s demise;
Will they succeed in dragging him down at the next turn in tide…