RED
The shot rang in his head
and his vision blurred to red.
The black covered his face and her saw her,
lying on the cold ground.
For some reason he was unchanged-
guitar on his back,
a small, gleaming cross around his neck,
dark blonde hair in his eyes.
A trail was formed,
and he slowly registered that if his cross was shining,
light was somewhere.
A trail was formed,
and he followed that line until his legs grew numb,
God in his mind yet no one in the room.
The trail grew weak, his feet grew calloused,
and time grew old,
but he kept moving,
and eventually a light burned his eyes
and he threw up his hands,
but it came with a high-pitched squeal
and his ears were unguarded.
But it all disappeared as he sat up in bed;
and soon it was all forgotten.
The shot rang in his head
and his vision blurred to red.
The black covered his face and her saw her,
lying on the cold ground.
For some reason he was unchanged-
guitar on his back,
a small, gleaming cross around his neck,
dark blonde hair in his eyes.
A trail was formed,
and he slowly registered that if his cross was shining,
light was somewhere.
A trail was formed,
and he followed that line until his legs grew numb,
God in his mind yet no one in the room.
The trail grew weak, his feet grew calloused,
and time grew old,
but he kept moving,
and eventually a light burned his eyes
and he threw up his hands,
but it came with a high-pitched squeal
and his ears were unguarded.
But it all disappeared as he sat up in bed;
and soon it was all forgotten.
