Silver Moon, Cold Blue Tiles and Blood Red Walls

I stand here barefoot on the cold blue tiles of a naked room
The walls are blood red and stained with impending doom
When I look up all I see is the silver moon
Reflected on its face the corruption of the innocent
I felt his breath against my back
He whispered words of my haunted past
He spoke of my horrible future
He sang the day of my death
Then everything was silent again
I was alone in the accursed room

The earth trembled
The wind sighed
The silver moon mourned
The blood read walls crumbled
The cold blue tiles started to burn my feet
But I still stood
I am waiting for another miracle

I felt I was losing my energy
My life was absorbed by the mildew beneath my feet
A drop of blood fell on my face
When I looked up again I saw that blood was from the moon
It has lost its silver face
Now it was black
Suddenly I was afraid
I realized that this is the end
I must let go
I must stop dreaming