couldn't have a simple life,
in this trendy world,
i feel out-dated.
my teacher scolded me to
continue art,
and i wanna paint blood and gore
and something r-rated.
why did i have to have to have
black and white for my life, as fated?
— i cut myself and see black, not red.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
