It's painted in the sky with an eerie twist
Brightening up the hate engraved on a wrist
The rain that pours from the blood-red clouds
Is etched in my mind with no way out
Within the depths of my morbid mind
Lies my memory too deep to find
The crimson sunset paints the ocean red
With quiet whisperings erasing what was said
The moon falls behind the shadow of the sun
Burried under the hatred of everyone
This remarkable canvas pouring with paint
Covers the earth and the whispers become faint
 
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