You know, I find relief in the strangest things

like silver blades and cutting edge words

like white tablecloths that I ruin and keep

like the voices of the people I hate telling me why I deserve to die today. 

What they don't know

won't hurt

I can turn silver into red ~ magic.

It started with just a dot,

and then weeks and years and decades 

Suddenly it's tears and wasted worries and 

"Not such an awful lot". 

I'm a slave, you know

Red is my favorite color

It's red like wine

Red like your mind

i don't know any 

                                    other

way.