What Does It Mean?

Ribbons

Ribbons from her wrists

cannot be mended with a kiss.

Ribbons from his throat,

cascading over his coat.

Ribbons in red, flying through the air.

Ribbons on our hands, not a care.

Ribbons in blue, decorating the inside.

Ribbons in red bleeding outside.

Can we not stop the ribbons that we create?

Making it all better then this desecrate,

planet that we live on that supports these things?

Ribbons down our arms and legs,

her husband sitting infront of her, begs.

But he cannot stop the ribbons and neither can she.

Since this is how society has taught us to be.

Can we not start the heart and end this silence?

This stupid violence.

Ribbons of red dripping from my wrists...

Ribbons of red dripping from my fists.