Red

Love is to the open sky
as loathing is to you.
Your dark gray clouds
shadow that open sky,
covering even the most yellow
rays of sun,
and the tears you cause
leak over the world as rain.
But this is not renewing,
replenishing rain, no.
This rain, your rain, is red,
and runs the rivers red as blood,
wreaking apocalypse
on all those you once knew.
Nothing is the same,
now that it is red.