Friday, March 20, 2015

Crimson Friday

Friday morning
The house is colored red  
Red on the walls  
The Stairway and her bed  
A bit too much Bourbon    
And everything went dark  
And next to her frail body  
Her now non beating heart  
I remember her face  
She spoke to me at the club  
But what happened after that?  
Where did I screw up?  
The beast inside took over
As he often does  
A beast I must always be  
Or a beast I will become    

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