BEHIND THE RED

You shutter
So it's a game now
Such a foul waste of unworthy life
Do I believe you
Covered in a pall of filthy rags
And a thousand charms
What good are numbers
and promises
When the ones you've cried for die for you
Have you come back already?
If so I must have missed you
Lost you

Behind the red
Behind the veins in these closed eyes
Behind the red
Behind the need in the locked closet of my mind

You read it?
Was it good now?
Or a quick waste of precious time
Cool and calculated
Sped through and thrown away
Like a novel filled with lust and shame
And I don't think much
Of it, or of you
I did the same with yours
With great intentions you soaked me in it
and lost me

Behind the red
Behind the veins in these closed eyes
Behind the red
Behind the need in the locked closet of my mind

LaRock 1994