What of this red curse?

Here I sit on this, the last train home,

Hurtling so uncontrollably into the darkness

Feeling so alone.

The ends of earth you know I’d seek

There to unlock, the thoughts which that mind holds

Their wicked puzzles never to be mine

To know or to unravel.

You call, I answer.

Pick you up; give you a piece of my soul

Let you grow within yourself.

You drop me.

Why have I been chosen, what makes me so damn special?

Why do you show me your reddest darkest secrets?

Only to prove I cannot help.

But Oh! What’s this? Why does my heart spread lies?

I find myself falling through time and space, for you.

Ever faster, unable to grasp at reality

Unwilling to seek my truth.

You fool! Can’t you see that I love you?

Foolish? You? Never. Not you.

The fool stares back at me in the reflection of your cerulean eyes.

You call, I answer.

Pick you up; give you a piece of my soul

Let you grow within yourself.

You drop me.

Still I fall

Of course you always knew, before I did maybe.

Always knew you’d never let us be.

I hate you for not loving me as I love you,

You call, I answer.

Pick you up; give you a piece of my soul

Let you grow within yourself.

You drop me.

What rye twist lies in store today?

Flirt with me? Make me feel blissful! Perhaps.

Flirt with him? Make me feel wasted and vengeful? Hopefully.

Or perhaps you flirt with the red curse? Make me see my real purpose.

I know my lot is that of: giver, not receiver.

And on through the darkness, still I tear,

Ever waiting for your call.

And the day I do not fall.