Crimson

Following is something that a very close friend of mine has written for me. I'm publishing this with his consent. I have named the fragment - 'Crimson'.

Blooming crimson tearfilled eyes;
As I ponder on needless lies!!
Myriad hues, dark door-less rooms;
Inside my head the cannon booms.
Directionless, I'm stuck in a swamp,
Shivering alone in clothes wet... damp!
Them wolves and jackals all bay in greed,
One small chance, they pounce... they feed!
Is there a someone, come save me...
Make this the nightmare, please wake me!


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Spectrum of Thoughts*