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My brain draws images of happiness Because it's everything I wanted to see A rainbow after the showers end Because it's everything I wanted to be Can you feel the iridescent? Look at me from a new point of view My mind was a **** mess That just needed the colors to spew If there really isn't much left I'm sorry if it's become a trend Cannonballs at the deep end Eating my heart in the ocean Red is everywhere though So do I get a brand new halo? Or will demons guide my soul? Either way, do I get control? It's just the way I'll be It's just the way I see things It's just the way I see everything And I get to die Every single night When I sleep and dream Somewhere close to five Hours and I try To escape this life I lay back and breathe And then close my eyes So maybe instead Of wishing for death And thinking of red I should rest my head While Hell remains For when you awake Life passes by Every breath you take
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
The Way I See Everything
My brain draws images of happiness Because it's everything I wanted to see A rainbow after the showers end Because it's everything I wanted to be Can you feel the iridescent? Look at me from a new point of view My mind was a **** mess That just needed the colors to spew If there really isn't much left I'm sorry if it's become a trend Cannonballs at the deep end Eating my heart in the ocean Red is everywhere though So do I get a brand new halo? Or will demons guide my soul? Either way, do I get control? It's just the way I'll be It's just the way I see things It's just the way I see everything And I get to die Every single night When I sleep and dream Somewhere close to five Hours and I try To escape this life I lay back and breathe And then close my eyes So maybe instead Of wishing for death And thinking of red I should rest my head While Hell remains For when you awake Life passes by Every breath you take
I guess people don't like my poetry maybe because they're long or **** but here's just a flash of sitting down and writing. This will probably be the last song. Who knows?
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
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