It's been so long,
Hello old friend
Writing me a song
In your crimson red
Reminding me of sunsets
And destructive fire,
Of sparkling garnets
And dying poinsettias
Oh how I missed you
But that's a total lie
I was so much better
Without you in my life
Now look what I've done
Hurting myself again
Waiting for all this crimson
To be washed away by the rain.

Thought of mine,
Stinging lie,
I implore you,
Leave me be.
I have no time
Nor the patience
Or the mind
To let you influence me.

-is what I wish I could say
on a day like today
where the clouds roll in
and I feel the darkness
grow.