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Crimson Sky
I look out the window
And I see white and grey clouds
My thoughts write words
I start to read them aloud
Some don't make sense
As I have the peeking sun in my eyes
I start counting my mistakes
Along with the birds that fly by
The words in my thoughts start to angry
Then the sky starts to turn green
The tornado of flashbacks
Starts to make a regretful scene
I try to erase the words
Turn my thoughts into a blank page
But how could I do that?
If I'm stuck in bad decision's cage
I was once a monster
The kind to take oxygen away from the trees
Then, I reminded myself
Of the breath he's taken from me
A curious man
One that pulled me apart
He put me in the forest
Then blamed me for it being dark
The rain appeared
I tried to count the drops
Wishing I could drink
Everything I've tried to stop
All natural disasters start happening
Still not knowing why
My mind always starts out gentle
Then it makes me cry
I gazed out the window a little longer
Not knowing if all this is real or not
However, good to know that through the storm
I've given all I've got
I look away from the window
And start to wipe my eye
I walk away from the aftermath
For I've left a crimson sky
And I see white and grey clouds
My thoughts write words
I start to read them aloud
Some don't make sense
As I have the peeking sun in my eyes
I start counting my mistakes
Along with the birds that fly by
The words in my thoughts start to angry
Then the sky starts to turn green
The tornado of flashbacks
Starts to make a regretful scene
I try to erase the words
Turn my thoughts into a blank page
But how could I do that?
If I'm stuck in bad decision's cage
I was once a monster
The kind to take oxygen away from the trees
Then, I reminded myself
Of the breath he's taken from me
A curious man
One that pulled me apart
He put me in the forest
Then blamed me for it being dark
The rain appeared
I tried to count the drops
Wishing I could drink
Everything I've tried to stop
All natural disasters start happening
Still not knowing why
My mind always starts out gentle
Then it makes me cry
I gazed out the window a little longer
Not knowing if all this is real or not
However, good to know that through the storm
I've given all I've got
I look away from the window
And start to wipe my eye
I walk away from the aftermath
For I've left a crimson sky
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