Unspoken

Was it something I said?
Is it all in my head?
What is this feeling of dread?
No more tears can I shed...

So the color is red?
So I can't leave this bed?
How many lies have I been fed?
Will the truth come when I am dead?

What more have you not said?
What are these voices in my head?
Still I cannot shake this dread...
If not tears shall blood I shed?

Everywhere is red...
She leaves me roses by my bed...
Through a tube my meals are fed...
Will answers come when I am dead?