Red Hallway
I walk down this long hallway of mine,
With walls rounded and red,
On the walls there are no pictures,
Only blood stained memories,
The carpet below me is wet and red,
Around me the wall pulses,
Always,
Constantly letting familiar red creatures threw,
Its long passages,
And I smile at them,
As they dance to my heartbeat,
And move with me,
Threw my veins.
By: Katy Crowley heart
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