Blood is Red

blood red
red blood
so much red
so much pain
a butterfly
a broken knife
a red, red rose
filled with thorns
droplets of blood
falling petals
oh my heavens
the butterfly dies
a knife becomes whole
a stab in the back
a thrust into the heart
up down
turn around
spin
twirl
blood spurts out
step, step
crush the small corpse
roses all around
mourning or love
what do they mean?
covered in red
from top to bottom
covered in blood
from flower to stem
a room once lovely
now looks like a murder scene
a room once romantic
is now horribly insane
with so much of one color
red as blood
blood is red
the butterfly is mangled
lying in a pool of someone's blood
cannot be repaired
cannot be made whole
the repaired knife
once broken, now whole
dripping endlessly
stabbing needlessly
heedless of the pain
needing no rules
feeling no feelings
slash, thrust, impale
over and over
the butterfly cries
'stop, stop'
but it cannot be stopped
for the imagination
is unstoppable
what happens is not real
what happens is not sane
all within a brain
roses fall
butterflies fly
knives lay broken
just like my mind