Hallucinations in Red

Blood. 

Blood is everywhere. 

It drips down faces screwed with passion. 

It covers the purest souls. 

Hands are stained red from a fingertip's brush. 

Shhh. It's in your head. 

On your head. 

Pouring through your hair. 

This isn't how you thought redheads felt.

Help! Help me! PLEASE! 

I need to breathe; 

I'm choking on 

Blood that splatters your face as poison, 

And we fall down together. 

My waking nightmare.