Land of broken thoughts

In my land of broken thoughts I write your name upon the walls.
My pen of blood traces each letter as it dies away.
I stare through a window of shattered glass to the rain of tears.
In this land of crushed dreams your name will lay upon the walls.
My pen of blood has wasted and each letter stained.
The shattered glass cuts my soul as I reach to the rain.
This is the land of pain.