Raw
The sky is heavy with
A coming
Storm
As it tries to
Wash their hands off guilt
Stained
Red
Lady Macbeth knew what you feel.
Eyes drawn in brown,
Rimmed in red
You wish this could end
(Weak enough to kill yourself?)
I Don't
Need
You. And they know that it's a lie.
Sharp nails and bared teeth
Protect Me Please.
And Hell's let loose.
Hunting.
A reminder of
Teeth clashing and hands feeling
(It's what they were made for)
Ms. Virginity escaped a long time ago.
The sky is invisible, unreachable
Covered in pregnant clouds
Water Broke, pouring on heads and miseries
Miscarriage, slick
RED
Everything. Tinted, tainted, painted.
Help me to fall.
The sky is roaring, nothing
Makes
Sense
Can you feel the confusion?
Death, Murderers, Anguish
Standing around you,
Poor You.
(What about the baby?)
lying,
Incomplete,
On the floor. Breathless. Lifeless.
And you are Hopeless. Helpless.
God playing games.
I don't believe in you.
Not now. I don't (HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?) believe in him.
The show is over,
The curtains are drawn.
Velvet
Red.
oOo
A/N
I had a tidbit called red, and it reminded me of this old poem. So I tweaked it a bit to fit a 'ending' scenario and threw red away. Review to tell me if it works.
It's breathless. Confusing. Crazy.
Follow the underlined letters.
(didn't you see?)