My frustration . . .
My fear . . .
My confusion . . .
Calls himself death
Reder then red is what I fear.
Darker then dark is the pit that my after life will be spent.
Not coherent, deaf, dumb and blind.
We call to the heavens and hells.
No breath I will take.
No light to brighten my eyes.
No words of comfort shall be spoken.
Just red is my end nothing more