Red Is a Slow Colour

The black house in in my street
Looks too dark just to go inside
But when I do
I cannot move because of The mess in the hallway
The picture on the wall is chaotic
I don’t want to look at it But when I do
I cannot speak because of The confusion in my head
I am unfit and I want to leap away
But when I do The red colour comes after me It is fierce and it moves slow
The picture on the wall is chaotic
I don’t want to look at it But when I do
I cannot speak because of The confusion in my head
I am unfit and I want to leap away
But when I do The red colour comes after me It is fierce and it moves slow