dark red is the colour of roses that have long dried up.
it is the signifier of the Cult of Reminiscence,
of a journey past its prime, reconciling itself unto a mellowing maturity of sorts.

it is the colour of a shell made of little petals put together in an intricate fashion, persisting in its form yet empty of its content -
like dried up roses.

i want my fresh bouquet of roses, the ones you surprised me with on valentines day, mister debonair, the colour of this red,

the colour of Hope and Precious Declarations.