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






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