Reeking Red

You could take this poem a few different ways depending on your mind set.

Drown in red
The light is dark
Try to fuel
The empty spark
Cut to pieces
Twist in vain
All to broken
To feel pain
Time is close
The cold will clean
The scars of others
Who were mean
It's permanent
And won't fade out
It's drier than
An empty drought

Author's Note

I dyed my hair red yesterday so for me this is talking about that process however I made it sound like murder. Kudos if you took it the second way ;) You probably all did so here is a virtual cookie for you.