Black And Red
Black and red run through my head,
Black the thoughts, the thoughts of dread,
Red the blood, the blood I shed,
Black, the colour that means I'm dead.
Black and red, why can't you see?
Black is the colour that lives in me,
Red is the colour that sets me free,
When pain is all I need to be.
Black and red, they form a link,
Between each tattered thought I think,
With every lie you make me drink,
Black no longer makes my heart sink.
Black and red each make me feel,
Make me feel as though I'm real,
Red cuts the skin, then forms the seal,
And black will always close the deal.