Written 2010-01 under 112th St Bridge in Unincorporated Bellevue, Washington.
Photo Taken 2009-07-21 at Gas Works Park, Seattle, Washington.
Two shades of the same color.
One is Red, the other is Black.
When the colors run,
All shades fade to black.
When the tides of time. Churn their chaos, the colors swirl black into black.
The murky depths echo the black and sadness with neverending expanse.
The red shines through as a glimer of hope, inviting lost souls to the deep.
In the throws of extacy
The lies swarm and grow
In the climax of intimacy
The wounds begin to flow
The colors churn and glow
Crash and burn
My love can never come from bellow
Because everything is just for show
Painful strides, bearly met
Endless nights of work, make me sweat
Friendless life, lonely I get
Fruitless love, I can never forget
Endless lies, that make me fret
Tired, and in debt
Wishing for the end
I dream of her in her corset
Faithful and in regret
My one true love, I can only bet
Only now, it’s heroin that makes me wet.
