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Finger Painting With Blood
Am I fine again?
Or has my lucidity failed me,
Corrupted by that deep depression that seems to lie dormant
Only to come out and posses my heart and haunt my mind on varied occasions.
Ravens on the horizon
A black sky mirrored back from these ebony coated eyes.
Sitting in this room,
Staring at the walls
Should I remodel? Repaint it all?
Is it selfish to do this? Ruin the lives of others?
No…
Entering a ghastly rage and stripping the walls bare.
A pale blue lying underneath,
Beneath the plasticity
But I dream of flames,
A vibrant vermillion
Blood like wine running deep.
Shall I paint a picture for you?
I’ll make it plain and clear
But I assure you it won’t be a darling delight
With a flash of lightning and an echoing thunder
I’ll leave a sanguine painting in my stead.
Or has my lucidity failed me,
Corrupted by that deep depression that seems to lie dormant
Only to come out and posses my heart and haunt my mind on varied occasions.
Ravens on the horizon
A black sky mirrored back from these ebony coated eyes.
Sitting in this room,
Staring at the walls
Should I remodel? Repaint it all?
Is it selfish to do this? Ruin the lives of others?
No…
Entering a ghastly rage and stripping the walls bare.
A pale blue lying underneath,
Beneath the plasticity
But I dream of flames,
A vibrant vermillion
Blood like wine running deep.
Shall I paint a picture for you?
I’ll make it plain and clear
But I assure you it won’t be a darling delight
With a flash of lightning and an echoing thunder
I’ll leave a sanguine painting in my stead.
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