Crimson Mindscape

Her blood
Is still dripping
When the sun
Knocks her door
You work hard
To understand
So you can’t see
What’s behind you
Red flowers
Twist in the green
Towards the hiding sun
Towards the nothing-ness
(fear the strange shining
of the predator of misery)
Nothing sees your face
Nothing sees your shape
But the watching eye
From the blinding light
The mask you wear makes you beautiful
White and red
In a tainted black room
She begs on her knees
Clear the mixture
In the whole picture
The portrait tells
This world’s nest