all i see is red
the blood on my hands
and the love in your eyes
and if i drift a little further i'm afraid it'll all go black
how can love and anger be the same color
the same hues
differentiated by the wrinkles in your eyes
and the curves of your lips
and the manner in which your hands grip my wrists
it's confusing
not knowing
if the fire in your eyes
is from lust
or hatred
