an assortment of supernatural poetry, all done by yours truly.

Tyler lived in a dull room, filled with dull items, in the dull city of Dema. He had no idea of the outside world that lay just beyond the city walls, no knowledge of any colour besides his single yellow flower. The flower given to him by a mysterious boy 10 years before. Tyler dreamed of seeing the stranger again, but never expected to. Nor did he expect what had come afterwards. "The only colour available in Dema was the liquid that ran through our own veins, it was the one thing they couldn't strip us of. He was different though, like the rain, addictive like the crimson liquid I craved to see spill from my skin. I needed to know where the boy with the yellow flower had come from, the boy who wore colour. I needed to see him again." (It's better than it sounds, Trust me ;) !!) *Trigger Warning for self harm*