Room 108

I’d like to surprise you,
So I walked in silence.
Counting one, two, three,
Before I opened your door.

Glasses and empty wines,
Were strewn across the floor.
Red fluids have been varnished,
In various corners of your room.

I can’t believe it, John.
Fly into the firmament.
I’m ready to wear the orange shirt,
I can just give you the justice that you deserve.