Red Velvet was her name

Her colors drawn in the NYC Subway

There’s a gas station near where the boys stole the liquor

Velvet looks out her apartment window

She wishes she didn’t have to go

Bright lights and a hand down under

Hallucinations and passing out after

Velvet throws away her cigarette

Her colors on the house’s floor

Tears painted on the door

Sneaking in the night

A door open

A road with a flaming trail

America’s hypocrites!

Parties for the masochists!

Pitch black in the parking lot!

Words sprung!

Love no one!

Arizona’s sunsets splatter the skyline with creamy yellow

LA’s skyscrapers are greeters to the cheery clouds

Freedom is the priceless air that is breathed through arms and legs

He saw her standing there

Lonely at the Cafe on East 13th St

Black Pearl was his name

Black seated next to Red

He wonders what pleasure has brought all this pain

What circumstance left a trail of paint?

Two beautiful shades are splattered on the walls of grey

Black Pearl caresses this lovely medication

He’s a pearl with a crack

His rage had marched through a shadeless parade

Finally, color is here to splatter with the dark

Red Velvet runs her rosy lips down a shadowy neck

Black Pearl locks a crimson corsage inside his oily dark heart

The darkness holds on like quicksand till the light comforms with a laugh

Red Velvet clinging to a soul stuck in midnight

As if she were a koala clinging to a tree

Black and Red splatter again and again

Till the bed is a painting so freshly wet

Laughs all night begging for more

Night after night till the joy is sore

Early morning

White light rips gently through the curtains

Past portraits will always mix with their new colors

Black Pearl stays entranced by euphoric dreams of seductive scarlet

Red Velvet closes the curtains

Like a cell mate who hates reminders of what she could’ve seen

The colors she chose to absorb instead

Sunlight wants to serve

A lock is chocked, beat, and pulled

The darkness awoken

A ghoulishly arousing hand snaps hard

A desire shouting

Black’s fear returning

Roots cry black

He wasn't always this way

Red knows she needs to feel a breeze

Black is afraid he'll lose the temparary cure

A hand on a chest is felt

Persuasion is a dangerous painting

Black and Red is splattered once more

Is this all Red Velvet is meant for?

An erotic joy to burn her shades bright?

No

Sneaking in the night

Door opened

A road with a flaming trail

Ms. Crimson is coming down the alleyway

Ms. Crimson is her name and she’ll burn it on your wall

A maddening revenge that zip lines right into a broken heart

Ms. Crimson will make sure you know her revolution

An evolution of violence and banners hanged in the lonely winter

Ms. Crimson is on the run

A revolution struck down

The darkest black can’t be fought with the darkest crimson

The shades just mix and paint all night

An orange shade

A portrait burnt in a remorseful flame