I see red flowing all over,
As scarlet as it can be.
You smear your finger in it.
Seeping down rapidly.
My grief wipes out
The colour from my tears.
The sunshine is dead,
Hope is divided by fear.
The true colours of man
Mars the darkness of night.
I crinkle along
Like the icy, mighty stalactite
You confound me
Much more than Rorschach's blots.
You caused a delicious heartbreak
Caught in a web of moths.
