Monday, February 14, 2011

Dark Red

wine stains on my lips
and the table
blood red
of another life
bitter sweet
memories unfold beneath the thorny tide
crimson decay foreboding my thoughts
a sinister feeling is on the air
no where to turn to
nothing is there

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