Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Crimson. scarlet. red. drops.

The the scarlet red pulses into my heart but drip out my eyes...
The drops dont blind my vision for i see the whispered words conversed between the brain dead.
And with every glance and every stare toward me, my eyes uncover more red scarlet color,
Red dye, that covers my pillow late at night, red dye that makes me think why why why, what is it i did? Red dye that makes life harder than just a walk in the park...

Crimson color, that makes my head ache and my heart break...

Word to the wise, not all that you hear is true..
In fact it is often times far from that and bears the ugly name of

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