TOUCH THE RAINBOW
I take the winding path shaded in red
instead of hiding in my comfy bed.
The road widens and narrows its scope
as it weaves away from any hope.
Blood red threatens the night sky
as laughter follows up high.
Rivers of crimson red coat my tired feet
as I walk the road of shame and defeat.
Why cannot life take the high road?
I ask if I may be so bold.
Up ahead I see a bright light
as I rise up with all my might.
I run toward the rainbow in my mind
in the colors and hues, I hope to find.
My fingers touch my face.
They glisten crimson
in the fading light.
Red drops hit the ground
from my moist lips.
I feel parched.
A thirst I’ve never felt before.
I look around at the fallen bodies.
Throats ripped open.
Sightless eyes open.
I’ve become one of them.
The Dead Game