RED SEA

May 22, 2013
   
   

Three months is all you have left,

That’s what the doctor told me.

My vision turned into a haze,

As I burn beneath the red sea.

   

I find myself back in our home,

I glance to my beloved children.

But as I remember where I’ve been,

Red bile seeps through the ceiling again.

    

Oh, what do I do?

Perhaps I should just end this quickly.

Before everything else drowns,

Into this red nightmare with me.

   
The world has long been flushed

Into the color I’ve always loved.

Who knew that such a pretty thing

Can be so painfully intoxicating.

   
After a month of self-loathing,

I started preparing for the worst, but

A man knocked on our creaking door

And broke the looming darkness.

   
He brought with him a folder

That contained my son’s future.

My son refused the offer he brought

For me. To be with me.

   
Oh, what do I do?

Perhaps I should just end this quickly.

Before everything else drowns,

Into this red nightmare with me.

   
The world has long been flushed

Into the color I’ve always loved.

Who knew that such a pretty thing

Can be so painfully intoxicating.

   
My son cannot miss that chance

I’d rather sell my last 30 sunrises

And so I started preparing myself

For that red day of glory.

   
Oh, what do I do?

Perhaps I should just end this quickly.

Before everything else drowns,

Into this red nightmare before me.

   
The world has long been flushed

Into the color I’ve always loved.

Who knew that such a pretty thing

Can be so painfully intoxicating.

   
On his birthday I sent him out,

With a few bucks as a final gift.

I embraced them one last time,

Before they disappeared forever.

   
I took out all their clothes

And put it in my tattered suitcase.

I left them at the front lawn,

And locked myself back in the house.

   
I turned on the valves,

A tear escapes my eye.

I lit the cigarette beside me

And gave out a sigh.

   
The sigh echoed a hundredfold.

The red plague consumed everything.

I smiled as the sound of crackling wood

lulled me into sleep.

   
The world has long been flushed

Into the color I’ve always loved.

Who knew that such a pretty thing

Can be so painfully intoxicating.

         
   
   
Got bored… 😛

maybe I can turn it into a song or something…

It still needs a lot of patching-up though.
I shall do that… when I’m done doing what I’m supposed to 😛

Anyway, the story’s about one of the characters from the story I’m writing. Her name’s Elise and she has two kids: Matthew and Nicole. I’ll let the song/composition tell you the rest… kehehe :3