Bleeding layers

Those bleeding layers, still missing their colours
Is it me or,
something they said i should stand for?

In stillness and solitude,

standing,

front of the mirror,
and another day,
somewhere,
In the corridor
mental breakdown,
and in to the night,
I'll slowly drown
Collapsing the pieces again,
on my own

Those bleeding layers,
who once carried me away,
now i beg,
that they wouldn't stay

Rotten corpse trought a lifetime,
maybe someday,
i will be fine .