red

red

I see red,

I breathe red,

I cry red,

Like bubbling skies

over boiled,

over done,

over

it,

To the brim with oceans of life

that used to be clear

Now murky like the graves

laid to bury with regret, greed, and anger

Clawing at you like you are already dead,

scratching and whispering

"selfish, selfish, selfish,"

like a broken record

that plays the broken song of life

Silent tears of blood

staining your very soul

Piercing it with nails

Lining you up like a stack of cards

just to knock you down

Wiping out every other

color that seems to threaten you

Oh,

The mechanisms

you used to cover up

insecurities

A glassy mirror smoking away

at the last shreds of life,

Clinging to the soulless eyes

that bore into many,

but only see red