s p e c t r u m Mystifying blade held in this girl's hand. She cries rainbows, And shines techinicolor through a broken realm. The glass breaks even before the violet killed the red. Colorblind and tragedy, The vodka's never smelt so seducing before. Gorgeous, but eerie. Lovely, but suicidal. Holding, but killing an ego at the same time. Would it be bad that I'm attracted? I'm stressing with these images. Can't seem to make a frame without the blood. Sorry that I wasn't there to fill your glass. I was busy attempting to revive my person. Bowing on one knee, Somehow, voices are saying to me that I wed you. I'm trying to face you without sexuality. Marry me, And we can die drunken together.
It's lovely poem. Very creatively written. And the mysterious/dark edge to it is fantastic. The flow seems to be really working too. I can't find anything wrong with it. And of course, its well written. I quite like it a lot.
Intresting and quite compelling but confusing at many points, like you've tried a little to hard to describe so much when it should be left more simple to give it an eerie effect. Still something I like and strangely understand.
