Bubbles in bloodshed travel
slowly splitting down the center
in designs of pink and purple
the red takes and pushes down the victim.

Compressed within a chamber
of which passion and regret collide
longing for the fine rays of the morning
where the sky is fluid and hopeful.

Hope, the opposite of reality

Shocks on the edge of my ears
vibrant in an orange daze
It coagulates the mind
leaving a heart stricken frenzy

feel the blood that nurtures you pour down
and fill a translucent effect through every limb

in hope of rain
to wipe from this earth
in hope of rain
to wipe from this earth

taken by a tedious painful cycle
of finding what on longs for
memories continue to burn within
holding out for the near day

I get down and mark the dirt
it is gray, ashes of today
formulate oneself into
compressed simple
filtered soul
the fresh white milks drips out of it
slowly draining to the point of decay
infiltrating your mind through every moment
fully able to disrupt operation

Close
Close the doors
Close the gates
Set up the walls
Set up the barricades
battle full shoulder on
ignore, cut out all insight

hope, the opposite of reality

Close
Close
Freeze
Freeze