Crimson Vengeance

Flowers in the wild
All crimson red!

Lament of Generations at War

We bloomed in deserts
Red and shades of blue
Wounds bled, bruises grew
When the heart stopped
A chill captured
Our wretched cores
Now, we kill, maim
Coloring gray of souls
With crimson hues!

We bloomed in wilderness
Pink and yellow, slowly
Becoming black and blue
Tarnished succulence
Thorns of vengeance
Pricking our sides
Now, we weep, bleed
Flowers in the wild
Turn crimson red!

Addiction

My mind melts, like ice on sherbet
Under a pink moon
In a summer glaze
A resolve that breaks
A resilience that fails
Poison on the rocks
Trickling into nooks
Golden liquid, crimson tears
Soothing with shallow intoxication
Pain of the mind, not of the soul!

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