Dolore

Dolore - Dor


And it hurts, so much, so bad...
In a way you don't understand, you can't comfort.
This pain is bleeding inside, like a waterfall,
painting all the pages with shades and shades of
the most pretty scarlet.
Pain is poetic, a tragedy made of static beauty...
Wanted be able to apprecciate it now, but now, 
all I can do is take a chalice of that beautiful Bordeaux
and drown myself, slowly, to be sure that someone 
will have enough of me to make a 
perfect poetry. 







Y.
17:32hs.
14/03/2019.