THE COLOR IS RED

 

the color is red

not in terms of danger 

the color is red 

his blood clotting in his open injury 

the bullet pierce his chest 

lodged in his heart without pity 

the color is red 

as he hemorrhage via his mouth 

his pulse already faint as his vein twitches 

laying motionless on the pavement of the street 

the color is red 

as his blood flows off, searching for aid for him 

in the pool of red liquid he lays cozily 

staring at the night sky in awe 

a subtle cough sends more hemorrhage gushing out

pleading for mercy as hemoglobin clutch onto each other

the liquid is reddish without stain 

stars reflects in it and glitters in perfection 

his eyes dilating in ecstatic flickers 

his brains plays memories without permission 

his brain is going in frenzy as he lay waste 

praying this day never came

restitution he cannot do, a wasted life 

a sought after in damnation 

the color is red in unison 

he breathe his last without a console 

the lonely dark quiet night bade him farewell 

his future ended before it started 

@talk2leigh

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12:01am

20 Sept 2025