Red Is a Slow Colour

The black house in in my street looks too dark just to go inside But when I do I cannot move because of the mess in the hallway The picture on the wall is chaotic I don't want to look at it But when I do I cannot speak because of the confusion in my head I am unfit and I want to leap away But when I do The red colour comes after me It is fierce and it moves slow The picture on the wall is chaotic I don't want to look at it But when I do I cannot speak because of the confusion in my head I am unfit and I want to leap away But when I do The red colour comes after me It is fierce and it moves slow