Analysis of My Beautiful Dream

I had a beautiful dream last night.
A vision sent to shed some much-needed light.
Crimson blood descends elegantly down the wall,
It assembles into a peaceful puddle.
Her smiling reflection resides in the madness.
Soulless blood doesn't know the pain of sadness.
A metallic shell lies on the rug in the hall,
A bang had never been so silent.

Come to me, Love with me, Leave without me.
There were Five and then Four, now there's Three.
Today I found a way to end the cycle.
Now there's Two.

I played tug of war with the wall and I lost.
Despite all the pain, it was worth the cost.
I pulled and pulled until my face turned blue,
I cannot lie, I loved the view.
The cost for a gift much greater than life,
is the pain for a chance to be dead.

I celebrate my freedom from the pain of existence.
I gaze down at the Two whom I left from a distance.
Their tears make me realize the harms of my deed.
I'm no better than Five or Four, I'm just Three.