Birth

Renewal of the flesh, heartfelt agony, the way only a mother can feel. A red. ip info . Red is the colour of life. Red earth, red blood, red birth.
Screams of agony and fear and celebration. A child is born, hallelujah! The blood is spilled. The sacrifice is made.
A life for a life.

Grow

A small hand drops to the floor. No longer sparks of life in clear eyes, but glazed over windows to a glazed over soul. There is no truth, only deception. Its tears no longer flow, in happiness or misery, and its mouth no longer laughs the way it did once do, for there is nothing anymore.
As the withered flower breaks into a thousand pieces and heaven closes forever, the world turns dark and the cries of the mournful are heard across the earth…
And the child dies to be replaced by cynicism.

Decay

The last beat of a heart that withers in an old chest, knots tied of veins and skin that once was smooth, but is no more. A mind, a little lost, a little backward, a little less than before. Two steps back to infancy once more.
Die with dignity, die with hate, die with love, die with haste. Live fast, die pretty. Live slow, die old. Die already dead, or die with a red.
A red. ip info . Red is the colour of death. Return to red earth. Return to red earth. Return to red…
A life for a life.