The red
When red pours out on the concrete floor
you'll wonder what it was like before
the mark was made with shining silver
the tiny mark was what killed her.
Once she was broken she brought on the red
once the red was brought on she was dead
Bright light beyond the pale and dull
past regrets danced within her skull
Many choices could have changed it all
the one she chose would cause her fall
consequences proved her last thoughts were bare
how fragile a heart, how simple a tear..
because now the red will always be there.
When red pours out on the concrete floor
you'll wonder what it was like before
the mark was made with shining silver
the tiny mark was what killed her.
Once she was broken she brought on the red
once the red was brought on she was dead
Bright light beyond the pale and dull
past regrets danced within her skull
Many choices could have changed it all
the one she chose would cause her fall
consequences proved her last thoughts were bare
how fragile a heart, how simple a tear..
because now the red will always be there.
morwok:
That's very beautiful. Did you write it?
lockhart_____:
ooooo awe