Fatigued Sorry's

Dizzy thoughts, fall into my mind, insanity so sane, Crimson fears; remain mundane... I fall, my grip, on reality slips, I leave a world, that needs no crimson, a death bound blood child, in which never could be found, left abandoned, unwanted, yet in death I always knew, my one family, the shadows whom silently cooed, They sing the silent lullaby's, I once knew, I'm coming home, to death, the one place, I've always belonged. In a silent message to all those whom care, I'll write my apology, in words of few, so little to say, to those unknown... heed these words I shall not utter them again.... 'I'm Sorry'