cycle

August 21, 2016
By Asickmindforhostage SILVER, Wellington, Other
Asickmindforhostage SILVER, Wellington, Other
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Favorite Quote:
the boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. who shall say where the one ends and the other begins.


Everything is RED

Red walls

Red Carpet

Red furniture

Is suffocating me

With fire

I shed a tear because i cannot bear

this boiling red hotness leaving me violently medium rare

Then i see a speck of blue

Gods creation and my salvation

i reach out to touch that speck of blue

that speck of light that shines bright

Then suddenly

I'm surrounded

by blue

blue wall

blue carpet

blue furniture

is drowning me

with water

it's slowly rising above the chairs

I panic and thrash until there is nothing i can hear

this cold blue making me so numb that i don't even care

then I see a speck of red

Gods creation and my salvation

I reach out to touch that speck of red

That shines bright like a light above the rest.


The author's comments:

I wrote this while i was in a dark space and i have written plenty more, i lost a lot of people i loved and i found everything about me was going in a cycle.


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