All I want to see is Crimson.
Falling from my own flesh.
Inflicted by the one and only.
I want it to stain my hands,
And seep into the earth below,
Fertilizing the mangrove seeds.
I want them to grow,
As twisted as the world perceives.
And as I fall, I want them to bury
My corpse there.
So that whenever someone sees
The twisted mangrove, they'll
Remember what they never knew.
ESTÁ A LER
Drowned By the Ashes
PoesiaI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
