red paint drips from
the manilla canvas
where lonliness frolicks
with chaos and destruction
where pain and love
are synonomous in the grassy hills
take me to the rainbow
i can add the red
the red, it seeps and flows
hidng itself in the darkness
the black sky soaks it up
speaking in whispers
holding my tounge
never knowing the truth
as i cringe in fear
i have nothing to fear
except for the present
the now
what is.