Delighted Bleeding
blood, death, darkness.
i'm watching
mystery,horror, insanity.
it's on the screen
violence, depth,desertion.
i can't look away.
why don't i want to?
it's so pretty.
it's wonderful.
why am i still smiling?
it's so...red...
it's so intelligently created.
why am i still laughing?
it's leaving.
it's reveling.
am i the only one who's insane?
darkening.
bleeding.
why am i so comfortable?
because i'm sitting at the throne of sin.
Copyright © Amanda Brown | Year Posted 2016
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