Blood Red
Red.
Blood red dripping from my hands,
from my ceiling,
the ceiling,
the ceiling with blood red splattered everywhere...
I see the blood red liquid falling, falling then..
Splat.
The force of gravity enforcing itself around the blood red liquid,
making it fall into a blissful state of
Oblivion.
Why choose that word from many others?
Maybe because I feel, I have entered a state of oblivion,
maybe because it portrays what needs to be portrayed..
Nothingness.
Nothingness, when I think of nothingness I imagine a dark room,
It feels as if I was floating in a cloud of blackness, of emptiness, not just emptiness, but something ...
Hollow.
Why do I feel hollow?
If I told you my reason you would think that my reason is pointless, worthless, silly, so my reason in other words is
Senseless.
With no senses I feel purposeless,
no goal to aim at, no goal to achieve.
Just as if I've been wandering in life with,
Lies.
What are lies? I believe if you love someone you should have no secrets, because if it truly is love and if you’re destined to be with someone, you'll be with them no matter what.
Though I know better than others that saying the truth isn't something to do so easily. It's even hard to say not to lie.
Splat.
Something fell on me now. If I look up, now what are the chances of it falling again?
5/10 maybe? No, I believe it has a better chance of falling on me again.
Blood red liquid fell on me again, I was correct, it indeed fell on me again. It fell from my ceiling.
My.
No, not my ceiling. The ceiling, a ceiling I'm looking at now, blood red liquid all over the place, bloody red hand marks in the mirror, the ceiling, the door, the floor...
Everywhere.
I believe love is everywhere, that you are to blind to see it is another thing.
No offense, of course to all those who have no knowledge about,
Love.
Technically I'm offending myself since I have no knowledge of it myself. I have no notion of what love is, just read about it, but never experienced it myself.
But what I know about love, it's that it's everywhere, like a certain blood red liquid, blood red paint...
Yes, blood red paint splattered everywhere, on my shirt, my hands, my ceiling.
— -lacrimosus carmen-
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