Dark Tuesday

The satin feel

Draped in my face

The curtains are closed

Colors too bright

For my eyes

Leaves in the wind

Senses moving

Holding it tight

Do not reveal

Oranges

Sour today, maybe tomorrow sweet..

Rotten or perfect.. the line is thin..

Lost in cold wind but with a linger within

of Heat, i cant feel

My heart, my soul, where did it go,

Blood is my only treat