The color of Death
Red, as red as the rose of the desert ...
lost in the transience of hope,
within the coffin of flesh
where I've buried my heart,
out of fear.
Desolation is a heartbeat away.
I don't exchange me for you, or you for another,
Black is the day, and brilliant the night
of starry hollowness.
The twilight of love
bleeds me out.