Tilt my head left and right,
but it wont alter the images I see.
Dark, grotesque demons.
Of what color?
Why, crimson of course.
I stride along the hobble pavement
and notice the lips
of a beautiful stranger.
His lips were the color, crimson.
Crimson, crimson everywhere I turn!
The sleek color of blood,
thick and sticky,
an accumulation of it for the depressed.
Its everywhere.
I hate crimson.
