Shade of Red

Rip open my chest and bleed me of life until the skies turn red.

Show me the fire in your eyes that turns your soul red.

Bleed your anger into my palms so I can understand the flashes of red I see when I see you.

Tell me why your life is filled with the heat and anger that should not belong to any human. Tell me why you wear red on your sleeves.

No one sees it but I see you and I see the weight you carry on your shoulders. I see there is something weighing on your soul that you cannot shake and it is tearing your mind to pieces. Your body is over flowing with red oceans that are drowning you because you never learned how to tread through it. The waters have reached the fill line and I can see the vast oceans expanding in your eyes.

Red. Red. Red.

I see red. But I see you. There is a film of scarlet over my eyes. I see the world with the crimson filter.

It is me that is vexed. Lost in this world that someone has spilled their wine into.

Stride toward me and find comfort in this familiarity. For it welcomes you like a blazing campfire on the winter nights. The arms of the flames wrap around your body as the fading embers fall upon your face.

Your lungs have been filled with the fallout when your world came crashing down but this world was built specially for you. Built to heat up your soul once more and burn through your reddened casing.