Sunset on the shell shoal beach.
Water lapping the slothful shells.
And there sat among the natural beauty,
Lays the bloody footsteps that ring bells.
Crimson on those coffee colours,
Dripping dully on the broken dreams.
Reminds us all that beautify comes at a price.
And is not as it always seems.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Eye of a needle threading a design. Pins marking on the hands of time. Sewing each individual line. Sketching weapons of art, Intricate patterns woven to life. From under the skin, emotion & heart.
Black shadows upon the face, The earphone veins beat strong in place, All charged with blood, euphoric pulse, A rhythmic heart, its tunes convulse.
Embers burn the ground,. Ashes falling from the sky,. Standing knee deep in water. to shallow to drown,. Dropping onto porcelain skin,. Hands held out,. Burning my hand until the ashes thin,.
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