Red Was Wanted Black Is What I Got

I have been in the state where I cannot feel. I care about nothing, and I look as though you are not standing in front of me. You cannot persuade me to do differently for my mind is set. Do not act like the strings are still attached to me and you are my puppet master. I cut those long ago when I realized who you really were. It’s when I realized who you where when I stopped looking on the outside and started looking deep into your heart. I was hoping to see red, the color of love, but what I feared most is what I got. The devil cannot produce color as black as your heart and my eyes seemed singed from looking at it.