The weirdest dream

I'm bathing blood, blood from my eyes,
I saw not beasts but, instead skits.
I hate what I see, then love the unknowns
To keep a distance from me, and
Gave a straight fist to my eyes,
I got my broken Bibles and,
Read the Scriptures only to realize,
A bloody tear dropping of my left eye.
Something looked so magical,
Not lyrical, but traceable.
To the outcomes of my bloody sweat,
Of joy, hustling to overcome suferage,
And have a toast of new cups
But only a face of deaths talking to me.

Got scars on my face, damnit right
I call them fictional tats, maybe bluffs,
Tracing my disguised intents, while
At the back of my mind, i see not Hope
Nor life, I look satanic,
I love only blood suckers than Donners
That's what my boss player told me,
I gon through hell, drowning in it
No hand to help me,
I resented God, not my fault,
I see not jealous, now I'm anxious,
I see greed, they're off the grid
No one cares, even my stairs
But only a face of deaths caring me.