Crimson
Crimson thats what I see when I look at you. It frames your handsome face and
stains your polo shirt and blue jeans. I dont recall what happeded, all I felt was hate.
Hate for you, your friends and all you have. I open my eyes and the crimson fades to
nothing.
Sitting there so smug with all of your friends. I wonder where the confidence ends
and fear begins. Would you cry if I hurt you, your face curled up into an ugly grimace.
Or would you hurt me back. Ha, I doubt it without your friends you're nothing.
The facade fades and im standing over my masterpiece. The ground is my canvas,
you are my pallate and crimson is my medium.
I'snt it pretty?
Copyright © Brian Burnette | Year Posted 2011
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