What cold comfort it gave, with a sickening stroke on the back
What burning flames it spat, with happiness set ablaze
What darkened light it shone, with my feet crashing into my furniture
What beautiful leaves it dried, as they laid down peacefully to rest
What echoing emptiness it exuded, with a vessel clashing to the ground
What choky air it let out, with my nostril clogging with dust
What sleep it stole, with the heart awake and my eyes peering into the ceiling above me
What shades of black it painted, with my canvas devoid of beauty
What emptiness it presented, with my mind searching through my heart
What sickness it cast, with my kidneys bleeding and my skin peeling
What bitter pills it dropped, that my throat was forced to accept them
What poisonous embrace it gave, with my hands helpless
What blow it let land, with a feeble shield at it’s mercy
And what force it displayed, driving my itchy fingers to the paper.
NB: From Now on, I would go by the name RubyRed instead of my real name. This piece you just finished digesting was written by RubyRed.