Under The Scarlet Sun

under the scarlet sun,
it shines and burns,
it burns with happiness,
it burns diligently.

the black part of the heart,
blocking that scarlet sun,
knowing not to accept,
but to throw and run.

have it not understand?
it is pain.
what is there to ask?
that is pain.
can it bleach the black?

helping the downed heart,
but forgetting the mirrored self.
owh how the world turns and leaves none...