The sun’s red claws its way into the skyline
Burning up the darkness of the atmosphere
The red iron stains my fingertips
Tarnishing the white cotton shirt with its rust

The morning moisture bathes blades of vegetation
Coating the day in fresh glistening dew
The salty beads trickle down my skin
Increasing perspiration as the night’s monsters linger

The introduction of the dawn is marked by the roosters call
Screeching crows cram their way into my skull
The woman pleas and screams envelope my subconscious
Refusing to accept the cause of her silenced prayers

The sun's red claws its way into the skyline
Burning up the darkness, revealing midnights evils
The lifeless figure’s limbs are sprawled unnaturally on the tile
Soaking in the thick crimson that drips from my  clenched fists