*Love isn't love without red.*
It was so much easier,
To just see that simply color,
The shade of gray.
It was easier to acknowledge a world that blurred together,
No lines to focus her attention on,
No important thoughts that needed to be mentioned out loud,
Simply,
Just,
Gray.
*The easier it is in on the eyes, doesn't it become boring with such a dull color?*
Simplicity was key,
Of course that was how she saw it anyways.
Who needed more then that anyways?
The world wasn't meant to be a vacation,
You just had to survive it as best as you could.
If it became too much,
You were removed.
Simply.
Easy.
What could go wrong?
It wasn't until HE came into the picture.
*Haven't you ever wanted to see something more, vibrant?" He drawled.*
He was like a disease, a horrid cancer.
He made her have these,
Thoughts,
To question the world for what it was.
To turn her back on her morals.
And so,
She began to wonder,
To question,
That,
Was no good.
For she could not survive such extravagant things,
A girl of such simplicities,
And so,
She fell,
Hard.
*I like the color red, crimson to be exact. The same color you bleed out as you wither away into the nothingness." He whispered to her.*
She wondered what that color was.
Why it was so addicting.
Surely,
She couldn't kill like he so enjoyed,
No,
She wouldn't even know where to begin.
So she took it into her own hands.
With the dull gray between her fingers,
She made the first incision in her world of gray,
And then another,
Another,
Another,
Until her world fell apart,
And all that was left,
was simply just,
Crimson...
*I told you it was addicting, even on you.*