colour.

> I awake with violence in my blood
And to blood stan on my bed
I couldn't die if I didn't stop the bleeding
Perhaps if for my own selfish reasons
For me to bleed out into the night
Only the moon light is to be seen in the sky with cloudy silence
And the howls of sorrow.

> Wings to fly
Feathers to see
For one pick of a feather
Is for one to gain there knowledge
Pick pick pick for them greedy fingers
Will soon slip.

> Its so cold i could take your warm skin.
I'm so hungry I could eat your rotten flesh.
I'm so thirsty I could drink your flowing blood.
I could hear a heart beat.

> Bloody corpses
Lifeless rotten flesh
Stench it makes you sick
But you dry heve
Unto stand the Stench you fall to the ground then you see it aproching you
Could this be the end?

> The vines grow over my body.
As I rot lifeless
Yet beautiful
On the swampy grounds

> With grass so tall
Where I cannot see
I began to drown
In thoughts that are not mine
Alone!!
Perhaps once again
Soon he calls upon my name
I began to have hope
But soon have falling mad
As a scared rabbit once was
White and pure
Is now grey and tainted
A grey coyote that crys to the moon
Hoping for freedom as the tall man
Set me in Prison
Till another day in hell
A glass full of abomination
Of hells labyrinth is to full.

Lovely page
With lovely
Poetic thoughts
~ rouge