[Redpyramidhead]

You do not seem drawn as water
and to even try to adore eyes smaller
than they appear
you're daemons I do not fear
~laugh~
red as fiery demons but not of the passion kind
as no one knows what this means
somehow one could find theirself not a fiend
or atleast not enough to speak of nights
without the colour red
cold winter nights without the colouring of red
left fiending but not by this precious example
oh what a precious little sample
who's spiral does not seem to want to unwind
could not tease it open couldn't be unkind
so no re-attach in the end

You claim to be the Goddess Red
the same who wishes to wage an Ishtar War
renewed through you somehow her strength
but your chakras fail to open to you before
the very destruction your mission has for you
at length

Yet your tattoos are sweet somehow
even though the skin beneath them is abused for now
and the one placed perceptively
and beautifully drawn as you described it perspectively
and it shines lovely
between your neck where travels through your breath
and your heart where unravels true sworn death

Live on

(copyright Mark Skinner 2003)

_RED_ stuff