The colour of blood that drips down my wrists,
the shade of my eyes as I weep;
the hue of my words as they roll off my tongue,
the screams that escape in my sleep.
-GS
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Doorway to Nowhere
PoetryI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
Red
The colour of blood that drips down my wrists,
the shade of my eyes as I weep;
the hue of my words as they roll off my tongue,
the screams that escape in my sleep.
-GS
