The red heart district

You.
A thorn in my heart, your true form.
Blue and grey waste. Red is but a taste.
Golden black hair, roses in the air.
Sea salt saying sail on, but be strong,
Be wrong but not broken.
Eyes often seen outspoken.
Believe, a waste of seven letters
conceive flight without feathers
Retrieve light without life.

Revive life without light.

You,
don't know what love is till you've been to the red heart district.

We,
don't know what life is, still we've been to the red heart district.

They,
don't know what death does, without the red heart district.

Forever the streets roams, the flickering windows write poems, the devils dance on water, the levels stand the slaughter, the fathers hold their daughters, the sons mourn the winter, the houses stand to splinter.

The red heart district stands alone.
The red heart district quite atoned.
You don't know what love is till you've been to the red heart district.