CHILDHOOD DREAMS DRAPED IN THE DEEPEST SHADES OF RED THAT THE HUMAN PSYCHE CAN IMAGINE.
BLUE THAT FILLS THE EYE AS FROM THE CORE DOTH MY MIND CRY OUT FOR THINGS THAT COULD NOT HAVE WENT ANY OTHER WAY.
DEATH WITH HER FINGERS SO COLD AS THEY CARESS A SOUL SO CLOSE TO MINE.
A BROTHER LOST TO THE ECONOMICS OF THE CORNER.
WHERE THE MAN WHO DRAWS FIRST IS THE MAN WHO WALKS AWAY.
WHISKED AWAY ON THE WINGS OF AN ANGEL TO THE RESTING PLACE.
AND YET I LINGER ON A WORLD WHERE I FEEL SO OUT OF SYNC AT TIMES.
THESE WORDS SO REFLECTIVE OF THE PAIN OF DREAMS AS THEY SHATTER INTO A MILLION SHARDS OF GLASS AND CUT INTO THE SKIN OF A MANS FEET.
BABIES THAT JUST DIE IN THE NIGHT, SOLDIERS IN STRANGE LANDS SO ANY MILES FROM HOME.
THERE EXISTS A BLACK THAT BLEEDS INTO THE CAVITIES AND RECESSES OF EVERY THOUGHT THAT EMANATES FROM THE SUBCONSCIOUS.
DAYS THAT HAVE SHADOWS THAT CREEP INTO THE SUNLIGHT.
CRIES TO THE HEAVENS TO BE TAKEN AWAY, TEARS THAT STAIN THE WOOD BENEATH HANDS ON BRIDGES AND THE ROOFS OF BUILDINGS.
WHY DO I REMAIN?
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