HORRIFYING RED

Year after year I weaved the dream,

It took just a few moments.....

and everything was gone.

Standing in between of nowhere.

some ruthless creatures....

they came and broke everything.

Now lying everywhere,

scattered pieces of dreams....

pieces of broken heart,

strains of blood on window sills.

Golden hues of sunbeams,

on those broken pieces.....

captivating and mesmerizing,

soothing and tempting,

my dead soul....my dead body!

Humiliated and destroyed;

I fall there, I die there!

I am crushed...I am mutilated.

Walking on the pavements,

in darkest of nights! and

all are history,mundane history.

Drops of blood.....

Drops of tears.....

they mix together with rays,

of the setting sun.

All are red,horrific red

and I paint my torn canvas!