Depth of Red by Janelle Rimberia

I bleed my heart of red ink

In these words, I let my mind sink

In the depth of red where emotions are fed

This heavenly hell will surely be my end

 

Her red light she cannot contain

A destructive force, a raging fire

Burning bridges with the fires of ire

A fury that burns so deep inside

In the corridors of her soul, it takes its seat

Within the blaze, a wounded core,

A tale of pain that anger bore

She lashes out in anger, with no reason why

Like a dance of pain, leaving scars like relentless rain.

 

They’ve diminished you

Tried to bury your rising flames

They will imprison you in their cage, and smother your flames

In the ink's embrace, stories unfold piece by piece like an endless cycle of pain.

 

Beneath their darkness they will be too blinded to see

That they are only reigniting her fiery flames

She moves like a whisper through the night

A dangerous allure, an engaging sight.

A tempest of secrets, a forbidden league

Beware of her innate fire that burns so bright In the distant realms of the sun's array.

Chasing the shadows, making darkness sway.

 

Stand strong with your head held head high these are laws she always abides

The emotional scars etched deep and wide,

Each telling a tale of the emotional tide.

Whispers of battles that none has seen.

The red light her greatest strength but also her greatest weakness

Hence, I bleed my heart of red ink

Guide me with your light

Welcome me with your unwelcoming embrace