Everything is red.
The floor, the walls, the bed.
How did this happen?
Is this really how it ends?
Everything is black.
Their eyes, their hair, their slacks.
Before it all got covered.
By blood of my lover.
Everything is gold.
The ring and how they're bold.
Willing to do anything for me.
Is this how it's supposed to be?
Everything is white.
The room and restraints that hold me tight.
So this is the aftermath.
Of being the reason for someone's death.
Everything is nothing.
I don't think I'm living.
Things surrounding me are blanking.
Is this what I get for cheating?
Everything is now a blur.
There are no more colors.
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Random Poems
PoetryBasically poems. For when I'm bored. !!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!!! A lot of the poems will be depressing or messed up in some sort of way. Please don't assume the poems are about me. Very few are.
