I thought it would be cleaner in here

That makes sense, right?

Perfectionists and all that

It should be neat lined shelves, glass, platinum

It's not

It's red, and there are pieces of paper

Everywhere, red paper

Christ, won't someone please shut that noise off

Blaring sirens, also red

Even the sound is red

A signal lights-

"Bite your nails"

And a nerve hits

I've bitten too far

I feel the ache, red

I taste red, soft metal

Climbing up my throat

I push it back with a pill

Also red

Why is there so much goddamn red?