The Red

The red isn't a place
It's a state of mind
Slowly consuming
All of our precious time.

Lost in lies
Full of deceit
My broken heart
Lies upon my feet

But rest assure
That this pain will fade
One of these days
I'll get the strength
To remove the blade

The red kills all my wishes
Burring each thought
Its been Draining my blood
All into one spot.

This tainted thing
Of death and suffering
Brings sorrow and pain
I never want to relive this again.

So with that being said
My mind is clear
No more crying
Not even a tear.