Within the noise I struggle to focus

not a spot, not a sound

I think back to that moment

Would it be different if I’d just reached out?

Red gives me strength, it gives me sass

but red fades.

Use it now while you can, because red fades

If I had only reached out…

If my life was lived aloud

Would I take this smoke, this sound, this cloud?

Artificial red; need is within

Can I use this strength?

but red fades.

I return once again

Alone and without. Because red fades.