tomb of red

cryptic thoughts of a trauma untold.
beautiful insanity.
my friend, she never grows old.

vivid images keep my awake.
this weight on my chest.
the hate. the love. and the ache.

trying to make sense of this feeling.
blurred images of desire and terror.
though i dont know the meaning.

full of longing as i recall what was said.
i cry only at night.
as i lay on my tomb of red.