crimson flowing, glowing in my eyes death is knowing. fading in my demise razors cut me and knives hold me in their steel grip your kiss estasy but all a lie to me invoking feelings that make me free but then you steal my life from me
Tag: crimson
Passing
It is clouding over out here. It only started when he walked out into the air. The air turns stale when he revealed himself to the world from the protection of the building. Everybody stays away from him, the saddening one, nobody likes to be sad, but him, he hates everything with a passion. While… Continue reading Passing
Night Field
Crickets chirp in the distance, as a lone bird – late to bed – sends out its final goodnight. Above me spots of paint are flicked across a black canvas, making interesting patterns reminiscent of ‘dot to dot’ pictures. The solid ground beneath my bare feet is damp, seeming to soak through the soles, and… Continue reading Night Field