WHITE WALLS, RED.

Give me a white wall

and let me paint it red.

Don't try to stop me,

not even for bed.

For if you don't allow

this catharsis, I dread

that I might break

for leaving everything unsaid.

I need to speak, I need to break

this silence so loud,

I need to speak upon these walls

of emptiness, void of sound.

I need to place upon them

my art of morbidity or light.

I need to place that which

has been hidden in sight.

So give me this,

please, this night.

Allow me to shed this reflection

and create

from all my introspection.

Don't make me let go

of this last thread.

Give me a white wall

and let me paint it red.