Scarlet Cinematic
She sits in silence
with blood sliding down her fingertips,
Pain traced across her face
but a smile curls her lips.
All these lovely memories
have now crumbled all to dust,
In these fading city lights
love has bled for lust.
Never ending cinematic
playing in her head,
Of all the scarlet demons
moaning in her bed.
Lying in her blood
the pain hurts more inside,
Bladed edge may numb the pain
but emptiness is suicìde.
Silent screams into the void
but moans are only heard
Lost in all the city lights
but all the lights have blurred.
Copyright © John Delgado | Year Posted 2015
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