Uncried tears, falls harder than twin towers ever could. Unspoken words, shout louder than atom bombs ever could!...But Crimson tears...are the curse brought to self!
Untouched skin for months on end, bare scars of emotional disconnection..."cut!, slash! severe dash!...loose, blistered, tentacles of feeling and unsatisfaction lurk, aimlessly in avenues of darkness...seeking the very semblance of love and security.
A whim of uncharted ground seeked by a somewhat "secure" spirit in the fog of lost love; like a sixth sense...my will is grabbed willingly by the kaput vessel of passion...
Unknowing of any betrayal, i'm lured to the tunnel of unconditional love and showered by gifts of apprehensive commitment.
Sale of my friendship, equates to the dear price of Crimson tears...now the unraveling of my soul, if still continues to go unguided...will see the crucifixion of my innocent soul.
Caught in the whirlwind of desire, sent to the rescue of the emotionless, my own heart now grows cold, for i have conceived an unwanted seed to my "erotica"...
Camouflaged parasites, slowly eat away from the flowery relation of "broken & innocent"
To sever, is to commit suicide, but will birth a new livelihood of platonic relation in the other world of want...
"Far fetched...far gone...too deep to even know what air smells like" Drop one!! the hardest hit i've ever gotten by the softest, wettest tear...
Light pink, with mixes of the warmth of fantasy & the salt of poison...Crimson tears...you ought to beware...once fallen, stains and smells of ownership..."Lost, yet can be saved, but must give up! Birthright! Self & want....future and hope, to live another day less of smears of jealousy and contention!
Must i say...i'm victim of my own softness...now breathing the stench of my own...
"Crimson pool....."
signed: young wise fool, of unordered want.
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