The sting of youth

Red

I showered, cut and bled
Red shades of longing
being alive
metallic pulses

twisting, waving,
Down the drain
The sting of youth behind
Like a naked red
pink form
The only way to be

Forwards
Moving, writing,
You & I move backwards
If only I could in life
There, everyone
Moves in front of me,
like water spirals
Down Drains.

I’ll watch the other video
I’ll replay that tape
I’ll remember how I used to
be
Or how I know
Now I can never be
Quite that red again

The colour of passion
The colour of me
Muted
Under older layers
of wannabe.