He was a beautiful boy,
so young and vibrant...
Soul
Dear soul...
Crimson tears,
Run from my wrist...
Dog walks in, head held high,
Nervous and naive...
Watch,
as in my eyes the light...
She wore scarlet,
draped in velvety...
The repetition of droplets fall like angels
into veins of suffering eyes that read...
The World may never see
The sickness and disease...
I was pulled down, down to the ground
I was dragged into a hole...
Ek paal mein, ek baar maare,
Do paal mein, do baar maare...
Death, what are you? Reveal your true self!
Do you lurk in these veins? Your fog crept over...
Sapheria
I wish you were still here...