Thursday 28 July 2011

Blood red.




Have you ever feel.
The feeling of being cut.
The sharpness of a razor blade.
Slicing through your heart.
Have you ever wonder.
How much pain it would cause.
An agony nearing death.
Damaged.
Numbness.
Not a complete person.
Everything doesn't matter anymore.
Red lipstick put on.
Overshadowing the bleeding heart.
Like how the Sun eclipses the moon.
Insignificant by comparison.






Red is the colour of love and affection.
It is also the colour of a bleeding heart.
Such irony.



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