The Color Red

quiet silence the continuation of smothered thoughts gaging howling winds beyond an understanding spoken in braille ignoring order colors forming to the right Dorian Gray a corrupted mind kills with passionate pleasure what virtue remains quiet silence the continuation death resides below await the reaper dark—black chilling specter ghoul in residence awake—blood freezes nightmares for the young and old dawn draws the bright sun tomorrow we will paint another painting less the color red