Arteries ruptured
heart bleeding
but I promise this supernova won't
merely be a nebula of destruction
but art I will make you in my last moments
of a color stroked canvas by my crimson fingertips
of painting a lilac sky mahogany
and a melody of my wailed agony.
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Sparks in the Dark
PoetrySome words mingled and intertwined to what we call poetry. Highest Rank: #4 in Poetry (no intention of further continuation)
