We Are Seeing Through The Red

O my evil pet, eating my Joy Den: My patience’s decoy, Only to mislead I am searching Peace, Here I bleed. You bleed… All bleed. Where ye flew the winged bird? Heavens blithe Spirit! The soul of our holy existence! Eyes laden with dew Life has became, surd Grief nibbles Hope cripples Sorrow lingers to gloom Chord tied with flowers bloom Playing with red Red; splashed on mind, heart, eyes, Thought, breath, stupid, wise Everywhere, everywhere, Where to find, at what place? Away from bliss, away from grace Tell me brother, Where is the shade? ‘We are seeing through the red’