Red is rage
It’s the blood on the floor
The haze in your eyes
The words you spit through your tight face
But red is also passion
The burning fire that keeps us truly alive
The fierce desire for more
For better
The fire swirled against you
That passion was consumed by your conquest
And we burnt out
Like the blackened matches we are
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
Red is rage
It’s the blood on the floor
The haze in your eyes
The words you spit through your tight face
But red is also passion
The burning fire that keeps us truly alive
The fierce desire for more
For better
The fire swirled against you
That passion was consumed by your conquest
And we burnt out
Like the blackened matches we are
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