There is clapping in my head, as i remember the color red
Like a metronome, a beating heart, that i cant condone and it wont part.
Red sounds like the beat of a drum, the deepest of thrums, those which i dread
like the sound of your voice, it rattles my bones without choice, elegant as an art.
Red feels like a flame, it burns same as your name, stings like the things you once said
there is an irony in this game, the fact that red fires are coolest of all, though they smart.