Four drops of Carmine. One for hope, One for trust, One for love, One for guilt.
Carmine is the color of dried blood, the color is sometimes used to represent crime.
Life is real and hoping for something good even if the situation is ****** up, seems naive. Loving and trusting people with our lives then getting back stabbed for materialistic things is the truth. Accepting our mistakes out loud and expecting the society to give us a forward push instead all we get is taunts and negativity. In every individual's life there comes a moment where trusting, loving, feeling guilty and even hoping feels like a crime.
This piece is for the person who is trying to be as selfless as they can be and yet is faced with the downfalls. These four drops of carmine- hope,trust,love and guilt are the crimes committed by this person.
Love leads to pain. There is no way around it. People change or leave or die... ...and your soul’s throat feels slit.
But even if love were a prison With this lethal injection as my destiny Should someone discover how to make it... ...I would still refuse the key.
This is a draft that I’m pretty sure I’m going to add to eventually. However, I kind of like this version of it so I thought I’d just go ahead and throw it out there. I think a lot of people could relate to this one.
Cut my throat and let me bleed. Your silence, love, is killing me. A bomb went off inside my head. But sadly, love, I’m not dead. Not yet. Not yet. (I’m not dead) Get out of my head. (I’m almost dead) I’m not dead. (Not yet. Not yet) These shackles are cutting my skin. I don’t want to let the darkness in. They’re sharp, so sharp. The shards of a broken heart. Get out of my head. I’m not dead yet.
Hold me close The blood is flowing I'm not dead yet But I might be going Paint the roses red With the dripping from my head I'm not dead yet (Not yet), Slit my throat And watch me bleed Your absence, love, is killing me A bomb went off inside my head But sadly love Sadly love Sadly love (I'm not dead yet)
A song started. Thought I’d post ig. Might add more later (updated, due to the love I've received ❤)
Tonight is a night of sorrow, a night of loneliness. Songs of death loom in a dark forest. Wolves vent their struggles. The beautiful one awakes. Wisps of death surrounds her pale form. A timeless dread fills me. Her inky black hair cascades over Frail ivory skin. her full crimson heart aches. Black tears streaming, streaming from her wrists. Tonight is a night of new life.
I never wanted it to be like this She knows no bliss... Because I can’t give it. Slit your wrist or run away quick. Somethings ****** in my head, I’m missing a bit more I can’t keep score But I’ll keep your core And ******* sore Not your body But her ardor...
I can give you no reward my darling.. Just this cheap fervor