Go On

Crimson light fills the room.

Copper liquid fills my cup.

Grey smoke fills my lungs.

 

I feel alive,

Even though I’m dead.

A smile creeps onto my lips,

Regret ascends from my heart.

 

I’m fading away,

And yet,

I’m still here. 

Reviews

[NA]

This kinda made me think of someone smoking and drinking them self to death...not sure if that is what you intended but that what I took from it...excellent read! :)

[Soma-ko]

That was exactly what I was writing about! And I'm glad you liked it. :)

[DANGER]

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[Soma-ko]

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