So, uh, I was at work and this kinda popped into my head. Please note that I'm not really that much of a poem-y person, so it's not that good, at least I don't think so. And I know that the rhthym is off. Lets just pretend it was on purpose.
Yea, I own the Mentalist. I got it in a box for graduation. Then I woke up.
Like a berry
Ripe and round,
Blood slips
Dripping down,
Spilling RED RED RED.
A face hangs
With a mocking smile
Take a knife, cut yourself.
Works for a while.
The knife brings peace,
But also RED RED RED
Soon the sight of blood
Fills you with dread.
You fall for your boss
Heal some more, but
Never can forget your loss.
You face your demons,
Find that man,
Get a gun,
Continue with your deadly plan.
Snuff out a life
The one who killed them
A young child and wife.
The pain remains
They're still dead.
Nothing's changed-
Still haunted by all that
RED RED RED.
It's over now, your trial
Still sad and alone
But for the mocking smile
And the dripping
RED RED RED.
... yea...