Faded Poem by Crimson Love
Faded
Home is the isolated world I've come to know,
I sit alone with a bottle of loves nectar,
I'm not consuming, I'm being consumed,
Fading an the edge of a distant reality,
I fall through the seams of this delusion...
Everything is distorted and bending on a whim,
I see clearly through the words of a masochistic hymn,
through these clouded crimson eyes,
I see what I've become,
Nothing more than a Crimson ghost,
A reality of what could have been.....
I've fallen victim to my thought of escape,
I've escaped nothing, yet gained another pain.
' I've fallen victim to my thought of escape I've escaped nothing, yet gained another pain' Beautiful lines which truely are my favorite... wonderful imagery, great piece of work as always. and always a pleasure to read your works! ^-^ ~Bella
But your 'Crimsoness' never get that fade...It always deep dark always..The taste of the poem was designed nicely, sound like you of course but a bit different like usual. A bit different not mean it was not good, but very nice and good feelings left..i like many lines there especially your 3 first lines, keep writing_Unwritten Soul
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:10:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Home is where the heart is, and once one find a new love, I suppose the ghostly memories of the past fades. Great, capturing poem.