Red Poem by r james sterzinger

this is as positive as I get
I'm here to tell you I love you
but yet I haven't left
I'm writing my goodbye
upon the birthmark of your back

it's written in red
I'm already dead
the hounds are on my track

your beauty burns
we all take turns
upon the wrestling mat
we all get silly
when the girls get frilly
and it's our turn to bat
but the fans they cry
when the umpire dies
don't ask me what I mean by that

it's written in red
I'm already dead
the hounds are at my track

I told you I loved you once
I told you once again
you told me you loved me too
but it was all pretend
so now I saddle up the horse
I won't be coming back

it's written in red
I'm already dead
the hounds are on my track

the sex was great
but I can't relate
to the aftermath
I had the power to
take a shower
but settled for a bath

I went to the mirror
I thought I'd take a shave
looked to lines around my eyes
I thought I saw the grave
it was no surprise
I took the blade
I held it like a prize
but I've done that dance
I've had my chance
that game was already played

and it's written in red
I'm already dead
the hounds are on my track

I'm not sure it's God
or karma or fate
but I know what I know
that the hour is getting late
that's how it goes
the pony shows
the pounding and the smack

it's written in red
I'm already dead
the hounds are on my track