I'll write you down on paper,
Make a symphony out of your memories.
But I guess I will never realise,
That I'll smear the ink on myself
And then let thunder rise.
I will bleed you through my eyes
Just like the stormy sky,
I will bring myself to the ruins
I will let the sunset die.
I will bask in the destruction,
Bathe in the bloody lies,
I will call it my satisfaction,
With eyes as vacant as the skies.
Tears like crimson raindrops,
Will rain on your burning fires.
They'll burn the scarlet backdrop,
And unveil the devil's eye.
YOU ARE READING
JUST ANOTHER LIFE
PoetryPOETRY The essence of some experiences sewed together by words.
