As one clentches his fist covered in blood
the day as he knows it ends
grasping a reality he cannot phathom
dripping down his arms
is a thick crimson red
grabbing a leg
leaving only a bloody trail
love lost
dreams escape
flowers die
a putred stench fills the nasal passage
trying to fly
clipped wings
still grounded to reality
an empty bed
a negitive thought
an action
Can never go back
lost in my mind
embraced by the shadows
It's untitled ...
What would a world be like without Smokes, Coffee, and freedom of expression???
the day as he knows it ends
grasping a reality he cannot phathom
dripping down his arms
is a thick crimson red
grabbing a leg
leaving only a bloody trail
love lost
dreams escape
flowers die
a putred stench fills the nasal passage
trying to fly
clipped wings
still grounded to reality
an empty bed
a negitive thought
an action
Can never go back
lost in my mind
embraced by the shadows
It's untitled ...
What would a world be like without Smokes, Coffee, and freedom of expression???
oninotaki:
It would be like ancient egypt! Full of wonders and marvels beyond imagination!