Red

Winter leaks inside my skin
Into the open womb, my open womb
The feeling is mean and full and red
No matter how hard I try it makes no sound

Summer breaks into my pores
Into these holes I once knew well
They once were strong
The matter is gone and non persistent
The more I try to feel the less realistic I become

All feelings I have for red are dead
Are dead, are dead and lonesome
All feelings I have for red are dead,
You’re dead to me, to me, to me

Fall fears the likes of me
Even when the solar moon lets go of you
The feeling is real and full of black
No matter how hard I try I can’t look back

Walking on your grained path
Searching for your mind
Feeling once forgotten
Loving you has died

Spring kisses all my thoughts
These strands of memories invading us through out life…