|| subtle shades of blue ||

Crimson

"There's miles of land in front of us... And we're dying with every step we take.....dying with every breath we make...and I'll fall in line."

The words flow into my ears
Dazed
Dazed, but I'm not phased
He hurt me beyond repair
You never understood that
And it wasn't fair
You threw it in my face from time to time
Whether you meant it or not
Those words twisted daggers into my very soul
Daggers that pinned my eyelids shut
With every step I took towards my bed
But you see....
I never made it to my bed..
The daggers were too heavy..
And I would fall and fall
Fall continuously
Towards the crimson
The crimson that is the very epitome of what it means to be me.