sylviasearcher

Deep Purple

 

Sharp scratch
And the colour of my blood
Runs not red
More like deep maroon
And a buzz fills my head

 

Legitimately spills
And the liquid fills quick
No slow escape
Pushed out like an urgency
And deep purple pours the shape

 

Mind wonders
Of the colour of my blood
Fast on wall
Seeping like an inevitability
Dead red from some careless fall

 

Pressure punctuates
And the colour of my blood
Clots red
On the cloud like cushion
I hold tight as stale air fills my head

 

Numb knot
And my heart pumps
Without sound
Like a miraculous machine
Another day left unfound

 

And the colour of my blood
Runs not red