I may not be able to write as well as some. But the candy floss pink and blue sky pushes me on.
Dip dying it's pastel tips into the seeping crude blood pouring out of the horizon.
Stars glitter the hollow obis that swallowed it whole, along with any reminiscence of the crimson stained truth.
We breathe in what was left hanging.
A halfhearted attempt to grasp what only the night can have.
Our scared hearts ripping with each ray of, supposedly, hope filled, red torture.
But we will always remember the wise words of the ones who sang before us:
My heart is like a grenade, you pull the pin and say...
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RandomThis has become like a diary to me where I put my feelings into scenes, quotes, poetry. But not everything is true, some things are just for the pure creative freedom. Completely and utterly random made up quotes and scenes which describe even the...
