'Red to brown.'

Parting the pencil lines pointing at the errors on my face! They simplify the existence of my intricate mistakes. Resting on a rose, Thorny pierce my thigh. Breathe in deep the blood loss, Appear before my eyes. Wicked lay, on wetted lash, The pains i offer now... It be not, lest to me a startling surprise. Breathe in deep the blood loss, As a face cracks to a frown. Pressing the pretension in prefecture, where we do not know our fate! Stepping gently through the shroud that was hastily misplaced. Lazing on a lace, Noose around my neck. Breathe in deep the blood loss, Certainty, a place i do not step. Overlook lies on rasping tongue, This is my vision now... Assured ‘tis not, i’ll be the one left to regret. Breath in deep the blood loss, As a head removes it’s crown. (adjust the constant circle, to breach the fetter we unite,) (cast aside the only one, who set our souls to flames; ignite.) (imagine of a world, where the eyes were branded none,) (think of the adventure... i wish this world to come.) Possessing the potential flair pertaining to our fight to find our faith! Walking foolish in parades to celebrate the thoughts you oft misstate. Bleeding on a blade, Gush before my gaze. Breathe in deep the blood loss, Feel what you caused today. Empty stood on social breeze, i am an idol now... Yet, i will not be revered that way. Breathe in deep the blood loss, As a red fades to a brown. Breathe in deep the blood loss, As a red meets hanging crown. Breath in deep the blood loss, As a red meets fading frown. i am an idol now... As a red fades to a brown. Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 01:15 AM PST, harry luck    10 • 0