The One Called Red

Speak in silent tongues and breathe out slowly
I will hear you creep along so swiftly
Behind my back, a noise, a whisper
Words misspoken and unguided

They set the stage for what's to come
a collision of words we flung around
and the resulting storm comes to a violent death
with me on the floor and you wishing your own end

Around us life crumbles into fragmented pieces
lying about on the wooden floor
I lay bleeding while you are screaming
there's murder in your eyes

But the murdered has been your own

You've failed again to see the point
and words and gestures become again obsolete
we begin to dance a dance of death
conjuring up a violent rage

Our bodies duck, fly and shiver
we become whirlwinds to eachothers passion
fueling intricate complications of our mind
we see no other colour but the one called red