Red fingers play a symphony for a red, winter story
The piano stains red too, as I play on
It's been red for minutes maybe, maybe hours, I don't know.
A sea of red, the shade of night dripping down the staircase,
red and silent, red staining white.
It was a gamble of hands and a gamble of lips,
A gamble of hot, red passion.
Nonetheless a red gamble, and in the gamble; she slipped.
I swear, I swear, I swear on this red coating my skin,
The red I'll now wear forever.
I swear on the ebony veil now drenched in red,
I've loved her and will love her still Will lover her dead.
So in red hope I captured her body,
a regret I never had and never will.
Yes, I love her unmoving, I love her still.
She's mine now, mine to hold, to touch, to shelter from red rain,
She's red in my arms, forever red, and never will she leave me again.
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The Chandelier Stands Still Whimpering Gospels of The Destroyed.
PoetryA collection of poems that romanticize every known inch of pain and suffering.
