Seeing Red
the music blares
a cigarette is lit
the smoke,
a dramatic background
as blade slides across flesh
numb to the pain
she watches, unflinching
as blood gushes out
and drips towards the wooden floor
gathering, swirling
making a pool
of bright red liquid
and for one glorious moment,
that's all she sees
and then.. comes DARKNESS
a cigarette is lit
the smoke,
a dramatic background
as blade slides across flesh
numb to the pain
she watches, unflinching
as blood gushes out
and drips towards the wooden floor
gathering, swirling
making a pool
of bright red liquid
and for one glorious moment,
that's all she sees
and then.. comes DARKNESS
1 Comments:
dying.. like most things is a form of art.. and you, you do it exceptionally well.. dying a little.. everyday..
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