red flowers
We're Broken People
He lies in a field
Of flowers white and soft
And they caress
His fragile frame
As he slumbers
Lost in a sunlit paradise
Then his eyelids lift
And watery brown orbs
Surface from the deep
It is another new day
To explore, to discover
To find all the secrets of this world
So he gets up
To leave his little white flower field
He traipses through the blue flowers
Plucking them as he went
Collecting hues of yellow
Pink and green
Purple and orange
Reflect his shining eyes
Then from the corner of his eye
He sees a splash of colour
What do you call it?
Ah, yes
Red
It pulls him in
And begs him to come closer
He trips and stumbles
Falling into the red flowers
And they blanket him
Cushioning his fall
They have a intoxicating scent
Filling his nostrils
Taking over his mind
His body
And it's too late
When he fills a sharp sting at his back
And realises they have caged him
Their red petals suffocating his throat
Their stalks winding around his legs
The sickly sweet smell
Pervading his senses
As he spirals into a blur
Of red madness
He doesn't know how long he's trapped
Or how much time has passed
But when their grip loosens
He crawls his way out
Choking on their still lingering scent
He fumbles under the now dark sky
Searching for his little white
Flower field
But when he finds it
His flowers are brittle
And they crumble away like dust
When he touches them ever so softly
He sits in the middle of his flower field
He has found one
That has not crumbled away
But when he touches it ever so softly
It stains
And he watches in horror
As red replaces white
And he rushes to the river flowing by
To wash what he now saw
Hands - dripping with red
He plunges his hands beneath the cold
And lifts them up again
Only to see
His hands
Wet with blood
And the rivers
That now run red
He understood now
Red
A colour he would never wash off