Crimson lightning, stains the white skies
like cracks in the wall
scars on the fabric of time,
May I sleep yet one more time,
On a broken record, I skip
over every promise,
like an earthquake,
and the blood boils...
There's only one last breath, left in that old life...
Symbols along the drenched limbs,
traffic on the highway,
like a knife's edge the road is jagged
it's just enough to make you wonder,
when up is down,
to drown out the pain.
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