Blood red walls
surround my beautiful wife
of so many long and youthful years.
I grow old
in her wake, while she stays
as young and cold as the day we met.
And now I step
into my hollow grave on this,
my last breathing day of warmth and love.
to continue living in her innocence
forever young, forever red, forever alone.
by Phenix JiRa
August 6, 2012
Prompt: Mag 129