IMPORTANT/TRIGGERS (?): This poem talks about gore and blood, if you don't like that then don't read this!!

Red...

So many colors...

With so many meanings...

But one sticks out...

Death.

The gooey,

Flowing,

Dark,

Red.

The red of death.

And so many ways to...

Die.

Stabbing,

Being shot,

Decapitated,

Slit throat.

So many ways to...

Die.

The flowing,

Dark,

Red.

The red of death.

Slowly,

But surely,

Racing from your body.

Farther and farther away.

Sucking the life from you,

From the...

Wound of death.

The dark,

Red.

The red of death.

The dark night sky

With the only light is the moon,

Overshadowing you.

As you slowly,

But surely,

Dying.

The dark red

Pooling around you,

Condemning your fate.

To death.

The red.

The red of death.

In the sunny skies,

Or the blackest of nights,

The color is always the same.

The deep dark red color.

The fateful color,

That everyone dreads.

The red of death.

Ah yes... a lovely poem about blood and death. Didn't you enjoy it? I hope you did. (I swear I'm not insane just a horror enthusiast.)

~ Luna