The Paint of The Universe

dark ocean

The Paint of the Universe

I walk
I bleed
I try to find the things I need
I am asking with bandaged hands
To help a heart of heavy sand
Death comes again
She calls through the night
And there is no escape
From the loss of the bright
I consider her darkness
I consider her pain
I incise sharpness
And lay the blame
Could it be me
The one who is not free
To create this mess
To create seas of blood so deep
Breath is lost to the shore as they sleep
Forever sinking
Never knowing
What could have been
The loss of dreams
As the paint of the universe
The eternal song
Plays on

– Rebecca Elizabeth Anne

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