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RED
RED is my left behind soul lingering through the wind.
RED is the balloon wisping through the wind whose freedom has no end.
RED is the taste of something so petrifyingly disgusting it should be a deadly sin.
RED is the taste of blood seeping through the cracks of your precious skin.
RED is the sound of the annoyance called rain clashing with your murky window pane.
RED is the sound of a love for someone so strong you couldn’t possibly explain.
RED is warm liquid slowly slipping out of your cold empty soul.
RED is the worrisome conscious of plunging into a dark hole.
RED is the smell lingering through the halls of a crime scene, where in which someone had to so viciously die.
RED is the smell of the tears you so desperately need to cry.
RED is the feeling of pain and desire that couldn’t possibly be compared.
RED is the paranoia of living forever that makes you so teeth-cringingly scared.
Overwhelmed May 2011
it is undeniable realization
that the majority,
if not all but a small
percent,
of people are absolutely,
totally,
completely,
terrifyingly,
petrifyingly,
murderously,
suicidaly,
alone

this is the sad fate
of every human being
ever to be born upon
this earth

my father said it best,
almost exactly as I said it above
to be exact,
but it took hours of
talking, years of
living, centuries
of inherited wisdom
to finally understand
the oppressive truth
of what he
realized

there is no happiness in money,
no satisfaction in power or position,
*** lacks emotion and emotion lacks
reason and reason lacks the passion
that we need to get up in the
morning

we are born
we live
and
we die

alone

never forgot this

never make the mistake
of thinking that even one
micro-ounce of genuine
empathy is not worth
more than a thousand
golden kingdoms

the ability to truly
connect with someone
is the most valuable
resource in the
universe

we build societies on pillars
of loneliness, and justify it
with science and god

all we need to know
is that we can achieve
all we need in a single
conversation

it is unknowably guilt-inducing
to realize that most people can’t
have conversation at one in the
morning with their fathers

most don’t have fathers,
others don’t know they do,
and the rest lack the will
to break down the barriers
of age and pretentiousness

this undeniable aloneness is the
shadow of my ethereal nightmares

not for its effects on me,
but for its tyrannical
grip on the every day
people I cannot hope to
help
WHAT TERRIFIES ME THE MOST ABOUT YOU IS THAT YOU CAN LAY ME DOWN IN YOUR BED AND SAY THE MOST HORRIFYINGLY BEAUTIFUL WORDS I'VE EVER HEARD A GUY SAY BEFORE AND SPIT THEM RIGHT INTO MY VEINS THEN FIVE MONTHS LATER YOU SAY THE MOST PETRIFYINGLY ****** UP WORDS I'VE EVER HEARD YOU SAY BEFORE: N O T H I N G.
WHAT TERRIFIES ME THE MOST ABOUT YOU IS THAT YOU CAN LAY ME DOWN IN YOUR BED AND SAY THE MOST HORRIFYINGLY BEAUTIFUL WORDS I'VE EVER HEARD A GUY SAY BEFORE AND SPIT THEM RIGHT INTO MY VEINS THEN FOUR MONTHS LATER HEAR YOU SAY THE MOST PETRIFYINGLY ****** UP WORDS I'VE EVER HEARD A GUY SAY BEFORE: NOTHING.
They try to keep her in a cage.
Little do they know that sends her to a path involving much rage.
The hideous colors of insanity fill the room, God the petrifyingly disgusting of numbing illusive thoughts that become beige.
She feels as if she's some type of animal like an ape.
She waits and waits watching for a chance to get away and escape.
Her mind goes blank, she comes back to this horrible reality where they're holding her down injecting her with painful series of medication which brings back memories screaming "****! ****! ****!".
Now she's oddly calm.
She stares down at her hand not realizing on the other side is deep red liquid upon her palm.
She screams louder and louder as the priest rushes in throwing erratically burning water upon her fraying flesh and reaping recognizable wretched holy words from a psalm.
She feels like she's in a dream.
But she's nothing can't even scream.
She's better now finally clean.

— The End —