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Red in the Black



A singular thought torn up into pieces

searching through them to find the reason

each one as real as the next,needing the right dose

a quick fix, a real hit, something I can never get

holding unto for a moment,cocky and proud

, watching it fade away, why can't it stay

too scared to look it in the eye, too scared to defy

so I begin to deny, loosing a grip once held tight

it has me down in the count, loosing the fight

find solitude and begin to reach a new height

then back to the voices which echo in my head

all around me, only rest now found in bed

words loudly said, questions stated never read

answers trickle down from letters in red

too stubborn to get them in my head

guilt fed into it, guilt ran away from it

one true identity, one true reality

existance through our eyes together

and it doesn't matter whether we both

see it as the same, because its the one game

it comes with pain, to rearrange the insane

from birth to grave, so keep on walking ahead

find yourself under the glass, use inspection,

look at your reflection, many thoughts happen

but only one mind in the man can create, can hate

and begin to confiscate our only fate

chosen by birth, and freedom to live, to give

to find, to choose, to right, to wrong

to the ground, to the sky, then we die

we ask why, its not suprise, no comprimise

to die is no demise, to die is to live