The boy in red.

*"...The boy in red, But red he's not, The boy in red, As red as blood, He's so familiar yet unknown, He has himself, He has no home, The boy in red, The boy's a thread, They say the boy has lost his head, They see it from the dripping red, He's all I was, and I regret. He's all I was, and all I get. The boy in red, that I've just met. The boy in red, the boy reflects. With tuggs, and knives, and guns, and lead, The boy in red, Might be my dead..."* -Augustus and Adēle