Red
Red Red, red , red, all i can see is red, The colour of blood, the colour of hate, The colour i see spill as i open a vein. Blood the colour like a tin of red paint, Red blood dripping everywhere, All i can see is red, when gasping for the fresh air, Red, red, red, a deep feeling of despair, Life is one big game of truth or dare, Red,red,red, all i can see is red, The colour of blood, the colour of hate, Nothing but red, pushing down on that blade, Red is all around me as my life begins to fade, Red words spoken, sharp like a daggers blade, Leaving wounds that will never fade, Red emotions fueled ny rage and fear, Red is upon me, the end is near, In this world filled with toxic hate,, Red spoken words with a venomous tounge, Demons circle around, i know i dont belong, Red fills the air as i meet my fate, Red chaos, pain and darkness, Feeding on the suffering of others, Hate is a red twisted feeling of sharpness, Demons crushing, tearing down my covers. Written by Shannan
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