Forever Red

I wrote the scripts until my fingers bled.
Turned all my papers a most crimson red.
And that's when I came up with a plan.
For that color was, like me, a lonely man.

So I went to the pit and grabbed my paint.
The fumes were strong enough to make me faint.
But I gave the gift of friends to that very red.
Because loneliness is something I always dread.

Greens, yellows, cinnabars, and viridians.
Blacks, blues, and shining obsidians.
You will never be alone here, Forever Red.
We are all friends here and now instead.

I woke up the next morning in a strung out mess.
Swallowed another bar to alleviate my stress.
I went back to my room to catch a nap in my bed.
Laying there beside me was my new friend, Forever Red.