Colourblind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Emo is what I do.
First real Poem
Enjoy.
Short And Sharp, Like a Knife.

Submitted: April 27, 2010

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Submitted: April 27, 2010

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The Colours fade,
Only shades of Gray
And the blossom of red,
Feeling near-dead

If I had stayed my hand,
And the blade looked less grand,
If my hand did not slip,
The Blood did not Flow,
If I had chosen to Stay,
Instead of to Go

Red is Passion
Red is Life
Red is the Blood
Dripping from my Knife

Sharp and Bright,
Reflecting the Light,
Then covered with Life,
Portraying my Strife

As my vision Fades,
And my Tears Fall,
I realize my desicion,
Might be wrong after all.


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