Red Shift

Black and white
straight to
red.
Still soothing silence
shaking its'
head.
Alive or dead? Whichever
is which.
Digging skin deep; its'
starting to
itch.

From this to that in
a second
flat.
Red is dead, sour, bitter,
flat.
Kiss it goodbye in one
final breath.
Red shift the moment;
witness this selfless
death...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/3/2012