Emily Anne

Lady in Red

Copyright, Emily Anne

She walks around
With a coat of red,
A heart of black,
A life of death.
She sings a song
Of non-existence,
Of sinister instances,
Of “life” or breath.
She wears a drawing on her arm.
It bleeds her passion.
It bleeds her pain.
It bleeds a release of Heaven’s sin.
They wonder why she does it.
She says it keeps her fit.
The external pain is like a new Heaven, you see.
Oh, dear sky, open up to me!

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