a dead red
and underneath my skin, within
this wounded skeleton
i can feel the adrenaline
rushing towards my mind,
that place where i can always find
a trace, a puddle, or an ocean
of my blue emotions.
and that i learned how to extinguish
ever dim light but i guess i was mistaken.
i am certain i was taken by the filling of a void,
the feeling of an inner ceiling falling down on my crown,
and now i'm down on the ground.
i'm surrounded by these noises,
and these voices in my head
still echo at the sound of a dead red.
