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.