Eyes of Red
Eyes of red, have you been crying?
Eyes of red, I think I’m dying.
Happiness is fickle and fleeting
Eyes of black, I’ve seen a beating.
Hollow and grey, ‘Tis the day
Follow astray, misleading the folk.
Beauty is everlasting when you have hope,
So they say, but not in the light.
Sight is key. When seeing is believing,
We see nothing, but we feel it.
Fear, all around us, screaming until
My ears are bleeding. The blood of others
Flowing like the Nile flowed in the bible,
Don’t revert, pervert, divert yourself, it’s tribal.
Trivial, no meaning, no self-confidence,
Just coincidence, but I believe,
There is no such thing, because I have eyes of red,
And everyone I’ve ever loved is,
Dead.
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