COLORS

Red

We are courageous, we are mad.

Wars are started to find peace in midsts of chaos and horror.

We shed blood of the fighters to end all the fights and eternal terror.

We drink the wine with its intensity to forget the hurt all down the drain.

Alice removed the flowers' purity with the color from the queen ruling in vain.

We choose to hate, we choose to love, we desire everything that will leave pain.

We are seduced by the masks of sin that for a moment suddenly seems so white and idyllic.

What is supposed to be danger is seen to be an act of love as it brings the color up the apples of our cheeks.

Little do we know that it is the same color from our wounds dripping to the ground no colder than our hearts.

We are too curious. We are too red.