Tragic Fantasies

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So the sky stained a crimson red,
I had painted it with my bloody hands.
The hands born in power,
Soaked in shame.

As I build my paradise on top of your shattered dreams,
I still can't understand the lust
Drawing me closer to fantasise about you.
About your love; fantasising your tragedies.

So I gaze
At the crimson red sky,
And begged for mercy.
For my sins are great.

--Uncertain

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hellonwheels's picture

nice...as usual.

Dude, you really do have a gift for writing...I really enjoy reading your poems...Good job max.

Mental wounds not healing, driving me insane, i'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train- the ozzman