Restless on my red pillow
Just like the wind is
When it stretches across the
Valley of the Dead.
Clenched.
Clenched are my eyes
At the sight of featherless birds
Singing on the roof of my red house.
Frozen.
Frozen like the blood rushing through
cruelty's mind
Cover me with all those cold red
Rose petals
That fell from Heaven's gate.
Pardon me.
Excuse me if you can't enter through my red door,
My windows aren't closed
But the pieces of broken glass might hurt you
And leve a red cold blood stain
On my white carpet
Which I cannot wash way with my tears
Anymore.
