Red Red

-Red Red-
by Keaton Foster


Red red
That bitch is dead
One to the head
Two to the chest
What a mess
What a stain
My pseudo friends
Be assured that
I’m going to hell
But not before her
She did what she did
At great risk
She knew me best
At least I’m guessing
That she did suspect
Quite capable
I have always been
Now
Under God’s thumb
I am unconcerned
His judgment
Means nothing
His punishment
Repugnant
Thou shalt not kill
Are just words
Not for me to live by
But for her to die by
Red red
That bitch is dead
One to the chest
Two to the head
What a mess
What a stain
To be cleaned up
This world is changed
She is no longer alive
I am still right here
Screaming I did this
Unafraid of consequence
I’ll pay what comes next
I’ll face a life in jail
I’ll face the verdict of men
Caring nothing
Of what they think
Of what they
Unanimously agree
I did what I did
Not an ounce of regret
Fills any hole in my soul
Or darkness in my chest
She got what she deserved
A one way ticket to death
And for her
There will be
No coming back
For her it’s all ends
Red red
What a mess
What a stain
This is no game
I was never playing
Even if she was
She took her chances
And lost
Simple and brutal
Judgment dealt by me
The end of her
The end of the lie
Thus the final point
Of this rhyme…



Red Red
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.