burgandy

my friends veiw. in my words

burgandy spreads

consuming light

blood splatter spread through night

silver stained

wrist slit

beautiful art missed

pain and emotion explained

in a way no one can name

love lost and found

all in blood on the ground

it flows in circles

beautifully curves

releasing raw nerve

it paints the ground

with silent sound

the wind whistles

the scent spreads

on the ground beautifully dead

no longer to hear the words once said

burgandy

whats left of me