Crimson Dreams

 

 

Sometimes I feel utterly alone

like my very existence mocks me

 

This desperation sinks

into the very cartilages

of my bones

 

It laughs at my sobs

 

This earth giggles

points mocking fingers

not once questioning my depression

 

This desolation that

I have come to welcome

more than love itself

 

I’ll gladly receive

those crimson blades

swishes of pain

over those tedious forms of life

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