This is a poem for the "red room" thing. I made a poem about it to my friends but this one is revised. Play song and enjoy.
Do you like the red room?
Pain is expected here.
It will cause your doom.
As you have hope but it is mere.
You going insane is the norm for the room.
Blood has begun to smear.
It will cause doom.
As you slowly let out a tear.
There is a list.
A list of people to come here to die.
As you punch a wall with a fist.
As this is the place you body will lie.
Do you like the red room?
As the walls are painted.
It can't be cleaned with a broom.
As your body fainted.
Do you enjoy the room of red?
You begin to laugh at your homemade slaughter.
You lay on your bed.
As you dream about killing someone's daughter.
Do you enjoy the red room?
Painted and stained.
It caused your doom.
As your life is slowly drained.
Do you like the red room?
Stained and painted.
It can't be cleaned with a broom.
As your soul is tainted.
The list goes down one name.
That name was yours silly.
Life is just a game.
As you are joined with a wilted lilly.
We now see your ghost.
Your name will now start with blood.
As this is the most.
As the list gets smaller with a flood.
Many people have died.
No one ever gets found.
As everyone you knew lied.
Because they die without a sound.
But we can rise.
Rise above them all.
As you can tell I am wise.
But I know we can fall.
Do you like the red room?
Painted and stained.
It makes you feel gloom.
As your emotions are slowly drained.
You see the red rose?
Do you see the white Lilly?
This is coming to a close.
You are so silly.
When this is over say your goodbye.
I watch as you write a note.
As you slowly drink lye.
People will now see what you wrote.
I slide it under your bedroom door.
Do you love the red room?
You are so poor.
As it can cause you doom.
Do you like the red room?
On the walls are stains and paint.
As the daisy slowly begins to bloom.
Any sound you hear is now faint.
You lived a good life before this mess.
Pain is over.
As the list is even less.
On your note is a clover.
That clover is for the next life coming soon.
You smile with tears.
As you stare at the moon.
Knowing there are new fears.
I hope you enjoyed! :)
