My heart

Ashes fall onto a bright plane

light stalks the hated me

A scarlet room so empty

lies in waiting for a

second chance.

 

Glass eyes stare at unwanted hands

ashes flow through a river of death

not unseen,  just unexsistant

in the scarlet room so empty

 

Stars wait for the last light to fade away

into the abyss. Consequinces fall into

the room, so empty, where i wait

for the fading sun, to leave the

hated me alone.

Author's Note

a description of a persons heart, that is the scarlet room

Reviews

[quinfinn]

and an excellent piece of imagery it is indeed. i also like the reference to "the hated me" . nice identification. a dreaded persona but well put and cleverly written. great job!