I am Blood Red

Blood Red failed, friends and his foes.

Enemies they became and enemies they go.

I love and I ache and I miss them so

Chills on my neck to them I am Blood.

I'm a painting of perennial flowers, but to them I'm still no good.

Perennial or not a missed red flower I stood.

I dream of me not blood Red like art.

That's not who I am, falling apart they take my parts.

If I opened them up, would they possess a heart.

Chills on my neck to them I am Blood,

Leave me don't pick me, I'm a Penta

Don't stay just go, your sinking all for blood Red.

The end