Red Fountain
The seat next to mine,
occupied yet vacant,
the gap of your voice
bringing drought in my self,
in the gardens of joy you had sown.
It's been a while since they have grown.
The roots aren't deep,
the extra care it sweeps,
the paling of flowers,
like they wanna weep.
The open air,
swings and fountain,
all of it fades away.
Dark clouds in the sky,
acid rain,
sunlight can't find its way.
The haunting nights with a broken heart,
made of glass,
every edge cuts every emotion,
bleeding can't resist its motion.
The blood turns black,
the poison they detect,
all of the body's blue,
the cursed soul is left undue.
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