Crimson Dreams Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Crimson dreams await me tonight,
the dropp of blood off ofsinful skin,
a tear for the longing of love, while
others dream a dream sweeter then
honey, i lay here distressed the sound
of a guitar slashing my ears and the
vocals of true men tearing my heart,
cant feel the pain, so numb, what is
it i want? divided in a shattered heart,
a lose-lose situation, fear grappling,
eyes setting, music fades, and laughter
dies out...