Red

I harbor all these thoughts of hatred,
Anger, everything goes red.
Cascading thoughts of madness,
bring nothing but pain and sadness.
The revelation of a broken soul,
buried alive in a six foot hole.
Yet I'm still alive,
so ill take this stake and drive,
it straight into this worthless heart,
killing all hope of a fresh start.
Ill bathe in this sorrow,
praying there's no tomorrow.  
Knowing I will only be let down,
this ring of red, its my crown.

-DC-