the red that flows...

this heart that beats
it beats to sing
when it sings the entire world freezes
when it sings it sings about things closest to it
when it sings.... it brings emotions that overpower its master...
it sings of fears and brings tears
it sings of life... a complicated life...
it sings of people... but those people dont hear its song...
because it sings silently to no one but itself...
the world in all its glory
lacks something a heart needs...
and so it flees
knowing it doesnt fit
fearing that inevitably it will stop singing
in this bigger picture that seems blurry...
smudged with every colour but the red of blood
and the orange of the night skies...

still thinking of stupid things
singing songs i shouldnt be singing...

(maybe i know ..)