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Red

the story of the end

By Zelia Fogelanger Published 5 years ago 1 min read

Red

Saw it before I ran

Had to run

It wasn't your red

It wasn't my red

But his crimson red

The last thing he ever painted

His life force now stolen by red

Seared into my brain

Cut deep like the blade you used

Wonder why you smiled

Favorite color ruined

Not my red

Not you red

His red

Used to love you

How could you do this

Why come to me

Why show me

RED

Can't escape

Cant run far enough

Run From the red

Close my eyes to red

Behind bars haunt me still

Your laugh echoes in my head

Did you smile when you did it

Laughed at the red

The way you laughed at me

Run

Away from red

Away from the memory

Away from you

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