thirtyseven

vomit spinning around in circles

chunks of flesh fly around like words

your deeds are my vices

virtues are black

the colour of water would illuminate when air dies

orange, hate, red, fire

my life is but a myth of legends walking down the street

maple street

the house with horrors

that fills blood with hate

the red of your eyes shine

through my ears

what is this?

ajar the door stood with only a light that shines darkness