Red is not your color.
You wear it like your father.
Hold it in place,
Up in your face.
Black does not match,
Brooding and attached,
To that distand look you wear.
Can you really think no one cares?
Gripping your sides,
Bracing in the tide,
Of the ocean of wrath you sail.
You try and you fail. Always fail.
Prisoners of mind,
Everything looks just fine.
Red and torn, your defenses are worn,
Why do you even say you try anymore?
Turning -- turning over,
Rolling, moving over,
Handing it all over.
Releasing and dying.
Giving up and crying.
That's natural. That's befitting.
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