Blood is a blanket

Covet the cover

Of muscle, bones

Sins and mistakes

A duvet of shame

To spill, to blame

One in the same

Under the scarlet gaze

Raise in morning

Razor in mourning

Rain of veins

Fear when pouring

Here’s the pact:

The caviat

The karat golden

Honored lariat

Red means love

Red means life

Red means stop

In sign or light

Red is beating

Fist or heart

So red means start

What sets it apart?

I guess, the best

Is when red relents

And shows pure passon

Or pain humans event.

We scar, so let

We scar, so let