bleeding in monochrome
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nefariousit's always tea time
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in which she's sick of bleeding in monochrome

bleeding in monochrome

by nefarious

This is a chaos I can't control.

My fingers bleed into my palms and my fingertips dance along bruised skin.

Purple, blue, green--- beautiful colours, just not on my body.

A hand print on my arm... this wound isn't just flesh deep.

Eyes tinted red in both anger and anguish, lips a brilliant shade of indigo;

I am a canvas, and you've splashed me with the colours of destruction.

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This was incredibly well written. You even put dramatic hooks in free verse poetry. The them is so important that you have to shout it to the world. You did this in an impressive and artistic manner. Great poem!!!!!!