Crimson Red

The crimson of the rose shimmers in the grassland

The sun drops drop on the soft petals

The flower is a splash of color in my hand

A drop of life, in the palms of death

The crimson red of the roses represents love

It is the comforting feel of affection

It is a gift from the gods above

It’s petals like tender hands of a mother

The blood on my fingers calls out my crimes

The crimson red yet another reminder

It shows pain at happy times

Though hue mixes well with me

The tainted lies, the sinful words, all like the blood

They hurt, yet they remind me of my heart

But carelessly, as I cut deeper, I cause a flood

A pool of crimson red; it scars my eyes

Death and love

Both shown by a crimson red

Albeit their differences

If you look close enough

They are one and the same