Red

If it oozes onto the stone cobbled street......
it's red.
If a death inherits your families nightly sleep......
it's red.
When puddles, and drips fall to the floor;
Dreams that awake you, you remember no more.
Conscience is knocking at your weathered door.....
it's red.
When steel inserts itself on steel, with a grinding sound;
oh, a grinding, tearing sound!
When laughter makes your head spin round......
it's red.
When color can't be seen, when goodness fills your life;
And nightmares chase you with a colored knife.
When all existence is, in your world is strife.....
it's red.
When a carcass lays decayed in a free blown field;
And if your hearts liquid rushes when you feel.....
While you wonder!.... wonder.....
What that color is flowing from the dead....
it's red.
it's red.


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