Saturated Red.
The color drip from the veins that has no ties to you.
The only type of texture that can define someone, we kill in order to fulfill hunger,
Revenge never felt so good.
Venting your feelings like an air conditioner, its circles around and supplies your adrenaline.
Tears can reason with your pain but can it really comprehend what you did?
The scandalized manner that is prohibited, is now on your hands.
Now there's no way going back, monster.
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Out Of Order
PoésiePerturbed. Anxiety awaits those who can't distinguish between actions or emotions, therefore never implying what she thought was important. Animosity. Apart from her balancing on the tight rope, resentment tipped her over and down she goes. Deep int...
