He's trapped in the darkness he accidently made.
He's crying tears of blood as he just withers away.
He's withering away, now.
He's drowned in all the sins he's made.
Damned by the things he sees through the mirror.
pulled down by the guilt.
the regret.
the needles of pain.
his heart beats slower, draining of it's blood.
his body grows weaker, he cant eat.
his mind grows duller, there's nothing to think of but the shadows.
his love grows colder, noone's there for him to love.
his faith is broken,
by a god that once let him take a taste of happyness,
but then took it away.
he's broken.
he's sad.
He's overwhelmed by his feelings,
he can't help it afterall.
he's possably insane,
but cant help it at all.
he bleeds for nothing,
and only grows more cold.
once he lets someone in, 
he starts to bleed, i'm told.
all he wanted,
was some peace of mind.
but all he's found here,
is what's done to him,
this crime.
his body falls apart,
his soul breaks in two,
all he really wanted:
was to just be alone with you.