Red
Red
blood boiling
my head aching
turmoil within
the madness begins
anger welling
inside of me
so deep within
I can hardly see
angry at what I've become
and it's only just begun
this madness consuming me
seems red is all I can see
so what's the point of trying
when inside my soul is dying
from deep within it's crying out
oh what's this life all about
so I'll just keep on fighting
these feelings now abiding
welling up inside of me
I cry out to the powers that be
now I lay awake in bed
trying to rest my aching head
and put aside all of my sorrow
hoping for a better morrow
so I pray silently in my head
that I will see anything but.....
blood boiling
my head aching
turmoil within
the madness begins
anger welling
inside of me
so deep within
I can hardly see
angry at what I've become
and it's only just begun
this madness consuming me
seems red is all I can see
so what's the point of trying
when inside my soul is dying
from deep within it's crying out
oh what's this life all about
so I'll just keep on fighting
these feelings now abiding
welling up inside of me
I cry out to the powers that be
now I lay awake in bed
trying to rest my aching head
and put aside all of my sorrow
hoping for a better morrow
so I pray silently in my head
that I will see anything but.....
RED
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009
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