Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The canvas of blood

How do I draw you here?
The elevations from my pencil are so dark and fatal.
I haunt on to the canvas border
Submerged thoughts;battered desires

Illustrations are spineless,until I de-stain the background;
To unleash the curvature and paint the picture
Faint and smoky, I could draw your veins
Submerged in blood, still they look all the same

I couldn't see you, the red river makes you blur
I wish I could find you,
I wish I could suck the blood.

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