The sky is as red as the blood streaming down my arm
I watch it as I lie on my bed
Awake as any other
Tired as my mother
Who has swapped shifts from days to nights.
She can’t understand what keeps me awake
I’m not so sure
Is it the stars in the sky?
Or do they just amuse me while my sadness troubles?
Or maybe, just maybe, my happiness is trapped so deep and is banging on my insides to get out…
Maybe the red sky is the devil laying in my eyes
Poking at them
Maybe i’m just dreaming