There is a bucket of paint
In a boat in the middle of the ocean
And I am painting everything red
I am painting the sails and the steering wheel of the ship
And the boom and the floors the colour of crimson and passion
It is covering me, making my hands look raw and my feet stick to the floor
And there are drops of red that are falling into the ocean
I can see them disappear without a trace.
A drop in the ocean.
I am a drop in the ocean, I am a red bucket of paint.
I put my face in my hands and when I look up there are two large hand prints on either side
And my eyes look greener than they ever have
Because the paint matches my eyes
Matches my soul
Matches my rage.
I am a boat in the middle of the ocean, and I am red.