Created: May 14, 2012

"Red Carpet Winter"
By: darkdreamerx


There was something cynical about him.

Like the walking dead he moved stiffly, slowly.

His eyes were endless mirrors that reflected and refracted.

The hands battle shields, hardened skin with platonic cracks.

His smile like an avalanche, suddenly collapsing.

There were chokes of icy, gasping, dry breaths.

A palpitating heart, and then, maliciously, ripping from his chest.

Crimson sadistically painted the ground.

A beautiful splattered Hollywood snow...