The sky is red,
and so is the floor.
It will turn dark
and so will my heart.

The sun's up again,
but the floor's still stained.
A small choice of mine,
changed my whole lane.

Now all I see is black,
darkness, it set a trap.
Now in a box,
is my very dear corpse.

Poet's note
Yeah yeah, ik it's too dark.... Sorry, I couldn't help it. And ik it doesn't rhyme much but I felt this is better than the edited one...