Relay Writing

Empty shriek of siren penetrated the white
gleaming red befouled the blankness
as there was none but light
when I stood amongst loneliness.

Escape, a scream from the middle of the room
the movie goes on, a black and white story
old Hollywood drama of a bride and groom
that makes my heart throb in all its glory.

Love is the knife I turn inside myself,
but life is the rope I hang by tight
hoping that you'll see yourself
as I wander by day and night.

Empty shriek of siren penetrated blank space.
I try not to care, but approach upon the window.
Looking out with a blind hope, and something...
Damn.

A limousine with a newly wed couple crashed -
ambulance rush, and there is Red.
A color so vivid that makes me astonished
while there still is that couple smiling in the old drama.

I screech out at the sweet couple, 
tears rolling down the cheeks as they stab my heart
encompasses my senses as the scene double,
as it fades off into the dark.

Empty shriek of siren penetrated nothing.
Love was the knife I turned inside myself,
and life was a rope I have previously hung,
yet all are gone.