Why are they red?

Why are they red?The creams of the sky,after a turbulent fight...Why are they red?Those rivers that form.for eyes and eyes they adorn..Why is it red?The acid falling down, tainting ever ounce of solid ground...Why are they red?The lips that show love, so trite, had enough...Why is it red?The bad lands that grow, every hour with tremendous flow..Why is it red? You, a hole in my heart dead, the rivers can be no color, but red




Black tells us of the mysteries we do not know of
It chants to us life is not always light
It says to us life is not always right
Black has a meaning to beautiful to be seen
A black heart shows us what we wish to
See, feel, hear