Red sand slips through the chasms of my fingers.
Look at how much red there is, look how much red I spilled.
I laugh and laugh and a sense of insanity lingers.
The yellow and looks pretty and filled
Of color and wonder!
Whose soul should I steal,
Whose body shall I plunder?
Who will be my desires next meal?
I pick you, my dear.
I don't care how bitter or sweet you may be,
It's the fear.
The tantalizing feeling is the key,
To my happiness and your doom.
Ah, how I look forward, blessing the sand with your cherry red juice.
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PuisiAll my short stories and poems will go here from now on because I'm too lazy to make a cover for each one I post. I hope you enjoy my poems, stories, and thoughts as much as I love writing them. Original Picture: Just Print by MAMPrint (sxc.hu)
