Red like the regret,
lying around as ashes
from the blaze of the
fire that caught up
in your lies, deceit.
Red as the sky bleeds
her despair raw,
as the wound deepens,
into her veins.
Red like the memories,
spilled like the blood
of the innocent.
Red as the regret
consumes the sanity
away from the sane.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
Red like the regret,
lying around as ashes
from the blaze of the
fire that caught up
in your lies, deceit.
Red as the sky bleeds
her despair raw,
as the wound deepens,
into her veins.
Red like the memories,
spilled like the blood
of the innocent.
Red as the regret
consumes the sanity
away from the sane.
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