As I sit up here, my pleasures equine
I look up
to see the face of the moon so divine
as I sit up here
balancing on the tip of this pine
I think
oh ****, why does this poem rhyme!

My fingertips swirl
grabbing colour after colour
tracing every detail
the small necessities
needed only by me

the green twirls
making nature come to life
the red streaks along the pavement
like blood splattered along the road
I add yellow
giving happiness to my world

But, this isn't my world
what I described
this picture that I created
It's all in your head
Whatever you saw me draw
all those colours
all the pictures
They're the colours of your mind

What did I draw?
What did *you see?

Cuts and bruises line my face
my arms
my legs
and my back,

all from you
and what you did to me
of course they're not real
that's just how I feel
as they join the scars on my heart

The sound of shrieking engulfs me
like large flames flickering against me
the tongues of fire reach my soul
setting my heart ablaze
but I still run
through the wall of fire that traps me
inside its blood red heart

Then your hands hit me
they land softly against my back
giving me a sense of safety
But when I look down
Your hands are the flames
Your eyes a bright orange
so I run
through the wall of fire that traps me
that keeps me hidden
inside your blood red soul

Suddenly, you embrace me
your palms against my waist
feel like ice
Your fingertips graze my face
and I look up into your clear blue eyes
and I don't feel safe
But, I know that I am

I am always safe with you
So keep me by your side