The cursed RED

Thanks to some stupid, uneducated neanderthals, the moment that was meant to be red did indeed turn out to be red, but not the kind of red that fills up your heart with warmth and delight but instead, the kind that fills you with a cold emptiness, pain and terror.
And it's the kind of red that doesn't fade away with time, it's the kind that'll keep coming back to haunt you, and sometimes you want it to keep coming back to haunt you because...because I dunno...
because you feel so helpless maybe, for you know there is nothing you can do, and so many other things...
like because maybe you even feel guilty somewhere for thanking God over and over that you're okay and for the ones who're still okay and then wonder how selfish and shallow you must be to be glad about it and thank God when there are people for whom things will never be the same again, smiles that'll never light up the world again, voices that'll never be heard again..and all those dreams...oh let's not talk about them...