Red paint splattered across the walls
staining them morbid hues.
Red paint on the floor
leaving footprints in my heart.
Red paint on my hands.
Broken paint brushes
slip into unconsciousness
next to the bottle of merlot.
While outside the moon howls in rage
screaming your name,
and I kneel down in wracking sobs
Red paint trickling down my face.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
