Incarnadine

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Can not days be black
And souls, viscera, angles incarnadine; this brave color
Is all that we are and hope to see in a love story.
Lust driven by passion; anger is a twisted one
Sid and Nancy to a sorry Romeo and Juliet.
Colored skies alight the fainting day.

Passion and lust are a warm rainbow
Blues and greens a fall scent hidden deep within the bark.
Paint a life and story red- they wind up green and blue,
Eden's sins under a windy tapestry of solid stone and cold whip.
Faint of heart are those who fear the sting.

Author's Note

So the last couple haven't been fantastic but PURE emotional ventilation.