I see red

Flying, diving, drowning...I see red. Crashing, crunching, dying...I see red. To float is to feel, for freedom is floating. Floating in the balance, with oppressed hands snatching. Flying, diving, drowning. I see RED.

Beggars but not believers, for belief is all but true. Truth is for the strong, the brave...only ever a few. Few are forward thinkers, fewer still could muster; a plan of revolutionary being, and carry without a fluster.

Washed up and tired. Tired but never confused. Our goals are what we make them. On target, very few. The devil's hands are everywhere, in all but sanity's grasp. Questions flee the panic, for questions unveil the mask. Answers bring us a merry end, with lots of love an laughter.  Ignore the laughter, despise the love for the questions will come faster.  Heart shaking, hands racing...this is to be the end. Fear but not my man for you are to always be my endeared and loyal friend.