The Color Red

If your gun is here
I want it.

If you gun is here
I'll find it.

Pillows to cover my head
to spare you,
the color red.

I'm empty inside
There's no where to hide.
I just want to die.

The pain you can replace,
If you take me out of that place
In your heart, inside
Where you thought I may lay.

It wasn't really me,
There is no me.

No one you could
have ever had known.

I had left.
A spirit fled.
So long ago,
You didn't know.

You only saw a shell
of torture and hell.

It really will be better
When away goes the sound
And the stanch powdery smell

With the hopeful attempt to spare you
the color red.......


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