The girl who bled. Vol. 2

Five, four, three,
almost time,
two, its here,
one.

I stole one last glance,
the room looks peaceful.
I imagine it being empty,
like the clean halway.

Here i am,
the room,
where the flowers,
run red.
I am finally here.

The one who took me,
opens the red door,
I looked inside,
there are no flowers,
that run red.

A man of silver hair,
I was taken to him,
I smiled,
he had a sharp toothed
grin.

His breath smelled,
red,
his hands felt,
red,
the water he gave me,
looked red,
I heard the red call to me.

The room was covered,
in the red.
'No matter' I think,
'I am happy to be'.

I accepted his red grin,
he told me to eat,
I looked where he points,
a small red bottle stood.

The crow of his crackle,
echoes in my head,
I see my hand reach,
for the small red bottle.

Inside a small red pill,
I pick it up,
and it tasted of..
red.

My sight fades,
inky black.
I feel no pain,
he rips me open,
why did I take the small red pill?