This line is an addition to the previous line, giving it a grotesque meaning and adding a sudden severity to the song.
Alone, this line gives hints of the homoerotic, a bed disshelved from a romantic encounter.
However, when coupled with the previous line, it can be seen that Sufjan wrote it to say:
I’m in the red impressions of the unmade bed
You cradled close to me, close to my ear.
This paints an incredibly gory and disturbing picture, the obsessed lover cuddling with a recently killed victim, blood seeping into the crevasses in the bed, and settling into red impressions.
The narrator has killed his lover in an act of greed and jealousy, and his instability has caused him to come to the conclusion that the only way to keep his lover was to kill him.
This brings the song to a dire ending, and colludes with the theme of corruption and greed in love in the song. .