“Red colored injuries”
Wounds are opened and closed,
And some new appear every now and then.
The blood, sweet taste of pain,
And the scars, an eternal reminder of suffer.
One, two or many years may pass,
But the marks will remain for eternity,
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,
What a big lie,
What doesn’t kill you makes you weaker.
Here I stand in front of a blank canvas,
A stain of red dripping down the white,
Instant inspiration shaking my dreams,
And a jealous morpheus waiting impatiently down the sheets.
Shut the madness and lock the doors,
Inside we’ll stay from now until forever,
No time that matters, no clock that threatens,
Alone in the light and the darkness,
The confrontation that will never come.
A cigarette after another,
And the heart still beating fast,
Because frustration and the uncomfortable silence,
Only words may calm my soul,
Until then, red will keep filling the blanks.
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