Squish3y

white overtakes blue as a storm begins to     end    all storms and misery's              wings fly. tears latch on to a face that has        forgotten   to smile desperation anxiety as everything else          fades away. the water ripples away in conspiracy with the wind a         line          of blood from cuts from                              love seep away to find cleaner waters a body more     pure a heart less              rotten. windchimes outside         dance             with the rain and the clouds         choke            after having eaten the light all day blue the room is blue-the skin is green the blood