my time is up and
it roles down my left side
its not cold this time
its warm and fresher than usual
and not the same color as usual
most of the time its like glass
this time its a pure vibrant red
that clouds my vision and turns my day
to utter darkness
in reality it doesn't burn me
in my mind it burns
hotter than any fire
but it slowly moves away from me
and the fire is put out by
the greenish water that feels like regret
i believe the cause of this effect is
my life which does not exist
my life that was destroyed due to my selfishness
the fact that i know this
feels worst than the fire
and even in my final hour
i still wish to call this love ours
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A Great Romantic Poem
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