Friday, September 2, 2011

Redish Feather

Somebody...somebody take me away, 'coz I can't take this pain....
The ambulance siren, the color of the red blood that is soaking my clothes, the inert hands of his cold body...
I...destroyed. I am a criminal that killed a dream. 
I just cut the wings of a beautiful angel.
The white is turning red
The smile is turning dead
The breath...
It's all cold now.

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