The world is quiet here. |
Blurs of color assault my vision
As elegant ladies...
A small room,
Blood stained...
Blurs of color assault my vision
As elegant ladies...
Longing glances and hands held tight,
While closely pressed hearts...
Frayed, ripped, worn,
Torn at the edges...
I commit myself.
Shackles encircle my wrists the instant I decide...