WEEK 11 PICTURE CHALLENGE:

Adverse · 06-28-2020, 04:38 AM

So I guess yesterday you decided this life's not worth living...
All I got to remember you by is darkened streaks on the bathtub forever dyed crimson
Ash residue from your last cigarette drowning in the bloody waters
A barbaric ending, like something out of an Anne Rice novel your favorite author
All I feel is anxiety kicking cans in the pit of my stomach..
As I think of that last breathe leave your rosy lips...can we switch up the subject!?
I've punched these walls until these swollen fists stopped screaming your name
I bet you neglected the falling dominos and how you'd inflict hurt while releasing your pain
I've dug my knees into the asphalt and asked god a thousand questions
Tears pelting the ground like rain, irises drowning and clouding my perception
My black suit, contrasted by the single red rose that I laid upon your grave
One look at it and I have to swim to shore submerged in the blood of your gushin veins

At your funeral I couldn't help but curse you, for your cowardice way of hurtin' me
Instead of standing on your own two and carrying yourself, now I have to drag your burden
Behind me for eternity

06-28-2020, 04:38 AM	#4
Adverse low tide in serotonin bay Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 2,752 Battle Record: 37-28 Champed - GWL Picture Challenge - Guerrilla Writing League - Black August II Rep Power: 15446146	So I guess yesterday you decided this life's not worth living... All I got to remember you by is darkened streaks on the bathtub forever dyed crimson Ash residue from your last cigarette drowning in the bloody waters A barbaric ending, like something out of an Anne Rice novel your favorite author All I feel is anxiety kicking cans in the pit of my stomach.. As I think of that last breathe leave your rosy lips...can we switch up the subject!? I've punched these walls until these swollen fists stopped screaming your name I bet you neglected the falling dominos and how you'd inflict hurt while releasing your pain I've dug my knees into the asphalt and asked god a thousand questions Tears pelting the ground like rain, irises drowning and clouding my perception My black suit, contrasted by the single red rose that I laid upon your grave One look at it and I have to swim to shore submerged in the blood of your gushin veins At your funeral I couldn't help but curse you, for your cowardice way of hurtin' me Instead of standing on your own two and carrying yourself, now I have to drag your burden Behind me for eternity