One Colour Rainbows

Lining up the nightmares
Red parade marching on my wrists
Is it a show or a guilt trip
Either way it is about to twist

How many different reasons
Can you make a poem red
I mean red as in the colour
Not the poetry under your bed

So you wonder why I'm laughing
I was wondering the same
You tell me that you love me
Oh, that was only for that day

So tell me now, is it a show?
Are you happy with that thought?
An excuse to say that all you said
Can be easy and quickly forgot

Quick and simple rhythm
Everybody *here it is!*
A Slow climax to a fast one
One colour rainbows and painted wrists