Red Day

Blood dripping down a pale cream arm from hallow veins inside
Wrap around a foggy mind, struggling against the tide
The dancing has left us hot, and worried all the same
I’d tell them who you are, but I’ve forgot your name
It was wonderful around the time, with music booming loud
Once it stops, the memories come back to stand proud
Crystal glasses in a row with no clear design
I had a drink some time ago, but lost which glass is mine
Pour more blood into a mug and pass the sticks around
This is how we wish to die, living underground
Red locks of hair, orange, and cherry rose
Litter the dirty floor, they twist a curl to pose
Take a picture of the mess and wreckage in our cave
Spill the wine over every sheet and send them to my grave
Ruby red slippers, tap at the door and her nails at the window
I’d like to tell you who it is, but I really don’t like to know
She’s a rebel, she’s a saint, better not let her in
There’s danger in the air that all leads back to sin
Why did you let her in? She’s only a grenade
I told you to let go, but your heart began to fade
She’ll blow my heart back to its slaughtered state
Which I had just pasted back together with some string and tape
I’m not very strong; wrists are stitched at the ends
The blood will just come pouring out if she cuts me up again
Romantic razorblades never touched my skin
It’s whatsername that hurt because his head is made of tin
This time we can blame them, for the pains they’ve caused
But as the red curtain closes, we still fade into applause