Red

Sick smile and distorted features,

A manic frenzy and a need for stains.

My dear, you pull off red wonderfully.

Another question and another answer,

A lying truth and a true fallacy.

Honey, red was made for you.

Broken bones and broken hearts,

You thought you could trust me.

Red is your color, my friend.

I’m not who you think I am,

I am only,

Insane;

Dark;

Gruesome;

Gory;

Bloodlust;

Murder;

Tainted;

Red.

My dear, you look astonishing in red.