A heated red drips from my bed
It’s brings me a trill, oh how I love this red
What’s not to love?
The warmth, even the smell is a gift from above
Traveling from the wood or the ground like it’s flying
With each splash the scent of iron

A heated red drips from my bed
Calming me down as my anger is fed
As I watch it drips I question, “how can this be”
“There’s 7.6 billion people so why me?”
Leaving lines on my canvas
Got my praying like a mantis

A heated red drips from my bed
In total confusion I hold my head
Wishing I can disappear
To a world where society actually cares
About how what they do can affect another
Where a stranger is treated kindly and welcomed like a brother.

Hoping the future isn't something to fear
As, A heated red drips from my bed.

While staring at the Moon, I release my sorrow
Thoughts race my mind, Tears travel my cheek
Questioning value, sitting still in the draft of the night
In complete silence, my tears screams loudly
It tells of a story, packed with tragedies
A boy with a Shattered mind, and a tragic past
This deep sorrow slowly dissolves
They dissipate as the tears splash against the gravel
And with this occurring, an empty shell is left
A boy, broken, sequestered from emotion,
A boy, broken, blindly staring at the moon.

-Domford