Red

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I see your face
And I see red
Your words are poison
Your name is Dread

Your very being
Sets me ablaze
And just your movement
Has me enraged

Your eyes are hatred
Your smile is pain
And to know you live
Is to go insane

I hate your laughter
I hate your voice
Each time you speak
I hear white noise

You walk around
Like purest snow,
With heart like winter
Where nothing grows

You serve a master
I cannot praise
For his name is yours
And he shares your face

My heart feels hot
When you appear-
This isn't love,
But disgust, my dear

Wicked devil
Fallen saint
Take joy away
And you remain

You cause me anger
And such disdain
But worst of all-
A knowing shame

Because, my love,
My perfect sin,
There's something here
I must admit

Despite my acid
And heated lines
Between my truths
Are sticky lies

I can't destroy them
I cannot run
They are my gravity
And I'm the sun

My sweetest cyanide
My comfortable wound
My tell-tale heart
Is beating through

And all I can do
To protect myself
Is tell the world
That you're my Hell

I call you rival
I say you're wrong
To hide these feelings
That don't belong

I'm leaking conflict
I'm dripping thought
Unhinged with guilt
And hurt you've brought

My eyes are clouded
My tears- unshed
When I see you
I wish I saw red

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