I walked in to the room A line upon the wall, "crayon" Red, Blue, Black. I was ascending,descending, Thicker as it widened as its journey Eclipsing the room. What wasn't upon the wall Outside was now Now saturated with lines, But a difference as where there was Blue, Black, Red With fingerprints. What was dry now wet, I watched it continue, like a moment Carrying me along. "My god the thickness" "As my finger continued" "New lines were drew" "I needed more red" "As words were wrote" Crayons were Red, Blue, & Black, "The line started" "But it ends in red" "InCrimson" "I dip my *******" "In to your neck" Look what happens when I needed the colours, "You called me crazy" But know look as I draw on the walls Now you don't moan at the words wrote in blood But they ran out so I used you instead.