Vivid Scarlet

December 29, 2005

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It swept against my face,

the wind blew hard and cold.

The motionless trees shook,

no longer still.

Through the bare highway -

an empty street lie dead;

a bright scarlet lined -

a wound across the gray stone.

Alone I walked with crystal eyes,

the lights that hung on the trees -

flickered, dimmed, died.

The emptiness;

an isolated heart;

left cold, longing.

Yet the vivid scarlet -

still it ran through.

The warmth of it lived,

the life of it breathed,

but it was good as dead.

The vivid scarlet -

a curse granted forever,

as I was afraid to let go,

as I didn't want to murder,

no, not kill my own soul.

The vivid scarlet -

I watched it flow down my wrists -

a pathetic agony,

too afraid to cut deep.

My vivid scarlet -

soon shall it heal,

soon shall it scar,

soon shall remain a memory.