The Color Of Pain

The bearer of a pure soul

Is always wanders alone

Living in their own heart

Seeking to give love and hope

sacrificing themselves for others

A lonely heart hung in a canvas

painted with blood and shadows
Darkness crawls craving to possess
The tear drops from the purest heart
That kept inside a mortal body
of a meek beautiful human
Guarded by a tremendous force
of hatred anger and emptiness
Also divine love and compassion
When the stars fall from heaven
Angels stripped from their wings
The white feathers turned to red
Rain of blood falling from the sky
Painted the flowers to crimson
Such a beautiful yet pittifull horror
When blood can only washed by tears
Creating stream of crimson river
A vibrant color under the red sun
Sparkling so beautifully with fire
Like in the depth of eternal hell
Where hearts are burn on spears
The one who owns the darkest soul
Rejoice you with wine and feasts
devour your soul like a black hole

Written by RKF
Disclaimer: I do not own the picture