Red

 Anger red was the colour that possessed his eyes

it was the red that consumed him whole and all
it was red that had did the last straw
the red that had made him want to see
bodies broken,snapped like trees


Gushing red was the colour of his blood
the blood that ran slowly among his veins
the same blood that had trickled out of his wounds
the blood that was supposed to be endless
was now spilling forth to the ground
a lack of oxygen
causing his head to spin around

Crimson red was his love
that his heart had held
so strong and free
it had set a blaze at least a dozen trees
the love was the purest
yes,of all the red he possessed


His love was red 
the same old love he had always had
strong and lasting like that of an old oak tree
where stories were told about the legendary
yes it was his love that brought others 
down to their knees

the best part of all,it was always free

But alas,once again his love could not provide
a safe place
a place to call home
and he let her go
and as she walked among the lonely trees
"sorry my dear,you cannot marry
me".

Crimson red was the colour of his love
the colour of his love that could not be free
the colour of his love that was forever 
slavery.