Red Red is Mondays, swirling in a poisoned cloud Like the aether Ready to grab my hand And throw me into the middle of the week Before I know What it is exactly that I have touched And before I am ready as well
Red is apples Macintosh melancholy And candle wax galas Red is an explosion Of dark magic Red and black, the perfect duo Twisting and weaving in their dance All low notes And timpani rumbles And middle C And like the dueling harmonies Red is too loud Too bright And at the same time Always present Always safe
Red is blood In the same way my emotions are of pearl Luminescent and shifting