by Joshua Lee   Dec 20, 2008

is the color of wine
and crayons
and flushed cheeks
but so does it stain the colors of
and the moisture
of blood
and the sight of death
it is playful
but toxic
yet lethal
and deceptive
in many ways
love is born, time and time again
but it is death that is final
and joy is sudden
so short and so gone within moments
but the pain it brings is reality
always there, always hurting
and always a thorn in your side
a silent and powerful reminder
of consequences
and a single great presence
a magnificent bane of the living
crimson is the color
and sin is the game


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