The Walls Are A Deep Bloody Red

A Poem by Aurora .I.

Oh dreams you can be so frightening sometimes.

Stop looking at me with those eyes
Full of worry-which I despise
Stop speaking to me in that tone
Pretending to know
What is going on in my head?
Well the walls are a deep bloody red
There used to be a bright sunny coat there
But like all paint, it began to ware
You of all people should understand my love
That being a perfect little dove is quite hard
Sometimes you want to be the one to crush
To employ the fear
To act like the only one here
To hurt everyone near
You know your voice is laced with fear
I'm sorry. Have I frightened you dear?
But hush, hush. Don't you cry.
Your wife is going to sing you a beautiful lullaby
Let all your worries go to ease
Let your body blend into the melody
That's right
Go to sleep
Forget all of those blurry memories
Though they are quite vivid for me
Oh darling what's this on your collar?
Fresh blood? Hmm I wonder...
Oh well I guess you won't be here for dinner