RED

I wake up with an itch. An itch only a blade can scratch. Fiddling with the metal in my hand turning them blue. Hesitation stops me. But only for a second. But then I spiral. The loop restarting. Soon my whole body's covered in red. it seems I cry red. my vision turns red. Every night turns into a blood moon, even the stars are red the night is stained with red each a different shade but always red soon I am scared i will drown in my sorrows of red Puddles of red Nothing but red I try to claw my way out Then realize i am only clawing at my own flesh I try to scream But only spit red the sadness in my soul yearning to let It out. that cold touch to my flesh the deep cuts get filled in with red resurrecting my sins remembering my regrets crimson and rose rises soon i fall Darkening my sleeves to red My sheets to red And soon enough again like always everything turns red.