iblieve
12-02-2003, 01:29 PM
Red Ink
She writes her thought in red ink.
She tell you in pretty words what she thinks.
She wraps her darkness in it’s shades,
making the bright colors fade
into brown on the tarnished page.
She pours out parts of her soul.
Rivers of anguish how they flow,
from a mind life has ruthlessly shattered.
Across the page her dreams are scattered.
Today she uses bright red ink
to record thoughts that slowly sink
into chaos teetering on the brink
of utter confusion becoming lost.
With red ink she tallies the cost
of living life in default.
Paying the price for lesson taught.
Words of remorse adding up the dues,
summing up the cost of love’s deluge.
Washed away dreams in the blink of an eyes,
in red ink the reasons to die.
Red ink that slowly turns to brown.
Her face wearing a careless frown.
Red ink streams like a flood.
Slits in her wrist, words written in blood.
iblieve
She writes her thought in red ink.
She tell you in pretty words what she thinks.
She wraps her darkness in it’s shades,
making the bright colors fade
into brown on the tarnished page.
She pours out parts of her soul.
Rivers of anguish how they flow,
from a mind life has ruthlessly shattered.
Across the page her dreams are scattered.
Today she uses bright red ink
to record thoughts that slowly sink
into chaos teetering on the brink
of utter confusion becoming lost.
With red ink she tallies the cost
of living life in default.
Paying the price for lesson taught.
Words of remorse adding up the dues,
summing up the cost of love’s deluge.
Washed away dreams in the blink of an eyes,
in red ink the reasons to die.
Red ink that slowly turns to brown.
Her face wearing a careless frown.
Red ink streams like a flood.
Slits in her wrist, words written in blood.
iblieve