Dyed Red

Dyed Red

The moonlight illuminates my heart,
The candles lighten in the dark,
The dance of the shadows is my guide.

The intertwining vines turn into ash,
As the black cat began to scratch,
The stars mix with the night and turn them black and white.

Someday I'll find a way,
I'll be free from this prison.
My memory is haunted with endless days of red.
For now, I'll commit arson,
I'll burn myself to sand if I can,
To never rest or sleep peacefully.
I'll close my eyes and grieve eternally.

The night sky darkens a raven's wing,
Hearing the blowing gale sing
with a voice as harsh as the crows from the marsh.

My thoughts are now at peace,
My pain and suffering are at ease.
As I close my eyes,
I see a crimson sky.
I see no black and white,
But all red dye.