Pictures of deathly red roses,

Stand unaided against your white walls,

You cant help it,

The soft, gentle, unnoticeable urge,

To look, to the side,

At those deep, diverse, petals,

You dont know why it pains you,

To look away,

Maybe its the knowledge that,

If your eyes stray away,

Color will bleed reluctantly from sight,

Nothing but white walls ahead,

And all there will be left is a stain in your mind

2/6/03