Red River

Theres a Red River flowing
My head is spinning
Red should be in my veins right?
My vision is blurring.
Red shouldn't be on my wrists,
Or dripping on my shirt, pants, and sheets.
This color always finds some way onto my wrists.
It drips and drips into puddles of red.
And somehow... it feels right.
I deserve this stream along my arm.

The Red River flowing from my veins.
It is soothing in a way,
Numbs me from the outside world.
When will that time come?
For this feeling to last indefinitely?
Freedom will come at a price,
But one day, maybe soon,
I'll have the courage to pay it.
To ensure the flow of the Red River continues,
Until it can't anymore.
But for now I stay and suffer,
Escaping for a short time,
As I watch the Red River flow.