blue veins
red rain
gray skies
white lies
fading dreams
beneath the seams
cursed reality
hidden immortality
the forbidden fruit
spreading roots
throughout my membrane
causing mental pain
causing a craving
there will be no saving
Numbness, Colorless, Deafness
silent films I think yes
a heart beats blood
creating a flood
when metal hits skin
then I'll start to grin
as my essence of life escapes
my consciousness fades and scrapes
against the black and white shades
and then the darkness truly invades
no more white lies
or grey skies
drowning in red rain
from draining blue veins
YOU ARE READING
Traurig
Poetry❝I had to close that window or else she'd go on jumping out of it forever.❞ / / © The Virgin Suicides