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The Color Red
My heart is a calamity containing calidity
I condone my situation because of what I view as justification... validity
I commence in feeding an ego that soon will be too immense for my own body
To lobby for draining more of who I was to satisfy a condition that should cease in existence...
(Who I am)
Has no point.
It's chronic to my health and as I continue to comment
I wish a cosmic allotment would hit me
I close my eyes and fade
Hoping to capture my reveries, but instead
I capitulate to the reality bleeding through my eyes
My insides dwell under a crimson sunset sky
How can the sun dare to shine on a place frozen over?
Ineffable and sublime
I attempt to open my eyes
Stopped by my bride, clinomania
She lies next to me in bed
I'd try to get out, but the only thing left is my head
Even then the dessert sand interior never fails to blow right through my hands
Binding my bones
Paralyzing my stance
I might be on Mars
That was never the plan
Yet, here I stand
Tongue in hand
Heart full of blood
Why is nothing ever enough?
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