Red

It wouldnt take much to fill this void.
All you need are some craoyla
And etch across my wall in color red
The simple smell of childrens laughter.

This is where you'll find my dying breed,
Under the scatter of all the red
Through all zealous aspirations, my friend.
Alas, amongst her decomposing flesh.

Taste of tin lapsing in saliva,
We'll sit and watch this wall of red
Till our tongues roll back in and we swallow
Then consciously mused, you'll start to paint.

Drooling while you draw your mothers face,
On every creavus this wall gives,
Only here you'll feel the sanctity of red
When all you lived for lied and slipped away.