The Red

.

The feeling is so blue
after all I've went through
the piercing of needle
glowing more than just a metal

I'm standing in a white box
filled with crimson sand and fuchsia rocks
It's not about what I've seen
it's about the voices screaming from within

I can smell the red
yes, do feel free to take
I can feel the flow
no, I'm not embraced by sorrow


I am, smiling for the red satisfaction.



~13