Red tinged water

Swirls down the drain.

My very own slaughter,

I can't quite explain.

You stare at me, scared

And then ask me "why?"

I am unprepared,

And begin to cry.

How do I answer,

When I don't even know?

The world becomes a blur,

And I have nothing to show.

For lack of these words,

I answer with a hug.

There's no singing of birds,

But for now, it's enough.