Bleu Neptune

The sweet maroon of the night is running through my veins. The whispers are lingering by my ears. The body cannot contain any more the deadly passion. It is warfare. A warfare of love that is devoid of connection. I can't remember when was the first time we ran into each other. It’s always blurry like an old tale told by a mysterious old lady. All I can recall is that you rushed into my life gracefully flying with wings, leaving a kiss on my forehead. Oh, my heart is pounding. The sensation of a little reborn who has never ever experienced this before. I was not sure if I liked it. I am still not used to this kind of romance. It left scars on the skin. Protection doesn’t save me from harm. I am hurt inside and out. I’ve never felt so sure before. It has dawned on me about the necessity of the sweet revenge. Love me no more, Dear. Before the dawn of the day. Before the fall of the night. I turned off the light and let the wave of fatigue bring me to sleep.