can't walk upon cloud 9
when my stroll leads me
under crimson skies
downpour raining uncertain demise
washing away all but the lies
sudden flooding of whos, whats, and whys
life's umbrella barely shields us
from the tears,
the bloodlust fears,
and the pain of all these years
falling down
down from my eyes
when you're laying
under crimson skies
 
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