Scarlet Red.

Pain.
Why must you demand to be felt?
I do thirst for happiness,
but
my tears are my food day and night.
These things i remember,
and I pour out my soul,
for once I walked along with the crowd,
with sounds of rejoicing and thanksgiving,
those of a crowd celebrating a festival.
Why am I in despair
Why is this turmoil within me?
My God, I am in despair.
I say to my God:
“My God, my God,
Why have you forsaken me?
Why are you far from saving me,
Far from my cries of agony?
Why have you forgotten me?
Why should I walk about sad because of the oppression by my enemy?
Why have you cast me off?”
I am a worm and not a man,
Scorned by men and despised by the people.
All those seeing me mock me;
They sneer and shake their heads in derision.
They open their mouth wide against me,
Like a roaring lion that tears its prey to pieces.
I am poured out like water;
All my bones are out of joint.
My heart has become like wax;
It melts deep within me.
My strength has dried up like a piece of pottery;
My tongue sticks to my gums;
For they are bringing me down to the dust of death.
The dust of death is cold.
Cold in places that should never be.
I have casted away and floated from reality,
to a place where no oppression exists.
Scarlet Red.
A place where nothing is felt.
Nothing is better than something.
A place to be nothing at all
but scarlet red.
A place where to be alive is to be numb.
As scarlet red
trickles down
my arms,
and legs,
I curse my only friend;
My past,
My present,
My eternal future.
Scarlet
Red.