Crimson you call it

With your fancy fangled words 

Afraid of uttering the cursed word

But I’ll call it happiness 

And I’ll draw it right from my jugular

The traffic in my mind has halted

There are red lights, stop signs and sirens blasting

But I tell you, I can’t help it

And yet another bloody handprint makes its way on the wall

The wall of my bloody mind

Don’t be frightened

I won’t hurt you 

It’s just me

Help! I’ve bloody murdered myself