The crimson lane..the blood paint..
The soul of mine..offering a sacrifice..
A bit too much..a bit too late..
Or maybe too little..not enough as they say..
Oh god..I need to change..to be a horse in the race..
In a world where I don't fit..how can I possibly win?!
Strange..that is what I am for them..
Crazy..they call me when I love what doesn't exist..
A lonely sanctuary in the back of my head..with those I invented ..those I wish to have them..
Maybe they will leave..forgotten one day as they supposed to be..but no..please no..don't go..
Stay with me..
In the back of my head..let's live..for a moment or even less..
In the back of my head..painting with crimson red..
Offering it all..without dying alone..
Stain me with your presence that they calm false..and I shall give you my blood..to be born from me..to be true..
In the back of my head..let us not be alone no..not anymore..
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My poetry..
PoetryIt is just something I wanted to give a try and share it with you. I hope you will like it.
