Hope
It is the Passion of Red, Mixed With the Innocence of White.
It is the flowers scattered at your feet. Their petals crushed and discarded, just like your heart.
It is the warmth in her soul as she comforts you, her soft mewls soothing your pained howls.
It is the colour of her tongue as she laps at your tears.
It is the colour of her love, so complete, without condition or circumstance.
It is the colour of the pills you clench tight in your grasp.
It is the colour of hope as she asks you not to die.
It is the warmth in her soul as she comforts you, her soft mewls soothing your pained howls.
It is the colour of her tongue as she laps at your tears.
It is the colour of her love, so complete, without condition or circumstance.
It is the colour of the pills you clench tight in your grasp.
It is the colour of hope as she asks you not to die.