Warm crimson liquid drips off the golden blade of a sword held by someone you know but can't remember
its something beautiful and poetic
As wildflowers are consumed by smoldering flames, ash and smoke rise and fall through the air
You're on the ground with burning lungs and hands that won't stop shaking
its something alluring but agonizing
You hear angelic laughter, it sounds like your lover but it isn't so sweet this time
You know its not them
its something lovely but sickening
Your entire body aches as you wonder why humans are so fragile
Theres a warm and metallic taste on your lips and tongue, you recognize that its blood, you can't tell if it yours
This is all beautiful and poetic in a bit of a tragic way
each little part of this has a different meaning behind it, and its up to the readers interpretation as to what the different parts mean
The main thing I was trying to do was to write about how life is really beautiful but really dark, and so I described dark things in a pretty way