So here within the warm bath
I lie...
My heart, on a platter before you
Pain I have, I wish you knew...
Banging on the cobwebbed door,
Endangered voices you can't ignore...
Pages of insecurities watercolor roads of chalked...
Distancing our love between broken color of...
The pain it takes me to a place
where i can rest...
I'm on top of the spinning world,
I feel like nothing can stop me now...
I hear those sweet words you say,
dripping with sugar coated promises...
Based on The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar...
First person Point of View- The Red Death...
Doesn't every poet want it to be so?
Be in league with Emily or Thoreau...
I look down at my feet
But they’re not what I see...
Vermin remain
hidden...
Sometimes i think I\'m crazy
for the things that go through my head...