Villanelle

This picture is red
Red like the shell of this house
Under this feeling of eternity
I will always love
Love with this rage
Even if it is tormenting

These days are torment
I sit everyday, in this house
Wondering about my eternity
Why did I ever love?
Will this love ever turn back from rage?
My emotions will always fade to red

I will sit idly by and wait for eternity
Let these feelings inside drain their torment
Of seeking out the one I’m meant to love
I will stomp down on these emotions of rage
Barry this color I keep seeing, this red
And I will sit in this chair, in this house

MY belly swells as big as this house
Where my mother and father spent their eternity
They were sad and lonely, tormented
By the past of false emotions, love
It has but sent my heart into a rage
To know that their blood ran this red

Watch, now the puddle forms a deep red
These boards will soon become the color of the house
My blood will spend their years here, their eternity
As I have, lonely, and tormented
There will be no love
All pure rage

He left me here to rage
To leave his tainted blood
It seeps throughout the house
Calling for its own eternity
My life is now always torment
Because my heart will never know love again