Crimson Dreams

Sometimes I feel utterly alone

like my very existence mocks me

This desperation sinks

into the very cartilages

of my bones

It laughs at my sobs

This earth giggles

points mocking fingers

not once questioning my depression

This desolation that

I have come to welcome

more than love itself

I’ll gladly receive

those crimson blades

swishes of pain

over those tedious forms of life