Vermillion Thoughts

This bleeding sky is all I see
Vermillion trees and vermillion seeds
One who is apart of another
Yet this blood separates further

These reseedings of mine
Are nothing if not divine
Yet sorrow it is
Are the tenants of His

Gambling Black has no justification
Purity and propagation
Are like Lies and gratification
…Only deceiving the one who stutters

These selfish rhymes
Are no longer mine
Just pure thought and meaningless time
So quit your thoughts
Leave me be!

I leave; the world turns red,
No Scarlett or of beauty to be beholden to
But vermillion and something to have forsaken.