Mascara Rivers

As black rivers of tears flow down a porcelain face,

And as red lips mutter the same prayer of pain…

The moon ignores all cries and hopes,

Leaving them all to crash on a boulevard of broken dreams,

And blood, and blood, and blood.

 

As red rivers flow down porcelain wrists,

And as a hot heart cools down without second thoughts…

The sun hides away behind lead clouds…

Leaving all innocents die in despair,

And cry, and cry, and cry.

 

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

beautiful and elegant use of this imagery. It rings true as coming through the filter of {your} particular mind, if ya know what I mean.

-Leaving them all to crash on a boulevard of broken dreams,

And blood, and blood, and blood.

[Wolfwind Words]

A torrent of emotions in this one. Images of the powerful forgetting about the meek, and letting them suffer a long and agonizing death.

Your imagery is powerful, and this conveys a strong message of the pain so many must feel, as they are let down and forgotten in the storms that we call life.

Great write!