The field looks nothing like I use to remember;
Lushous greenery creating pillows for your feet
Flowers that seemed to span for miles just hoping to make you feel whole again
Butterflies fluttering all about as if they were trying to send a message of what was about to come
All I see is red.
Death of the person I use to be.
No longer the fun, bright soul that i had always hoped to remain.
Just a cold breeze sweeping through the darkness of red that I now call my soul.