Red then Black

September 21, 2018

Everything, all I see is red.

Your eyes. Your lips.

Your hair. Your love.

It's getting hard.

To stay awake,

to breath,

to live.

Your smile. Your laugh.

Though my neck was on a rope,

that hung from the ciling,

my heart fluttered.

My memories of you,

my time spent loving you.

My world went black.

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