I am red on black
Orange burning against my shut eyes
So full and so filled
Overflow
Out pours a trail of smoke
And do I fade away?
Only to return with yet more rage
II.
Heart of a word not yet created
Bitter full of yearning
Take a step in the left direction
Inflections
Referring to the title
Heart of a word not yet imagined
Too much of something
Burning
III.
Blaze like snow in the sun
She knew he was the one
Too full of fire to ever back down
Now he has her
She begins to drown
IV.
Drown like an addict with the next fix
V.
3 comments:
While I turned out to be fire in a previous post, Aodhan turned out to be water. Ironic, as I wrote my Hallowe'en story before I knew that.
Much hope
yes!
I love red and black ( I think I wrote that before)
Merry Christmas
a little bit of red is too much for eyes. it stands honestly... starkly against all black n' whites.
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