as the colors spin around
some red paint spilt in the ground
leaving the black floor with rage
as the colors continue to spin around and around, around
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
I'll Stand Again In This World Of Hate
as the colors spin around
some red paint spilt in the ground
leaving the black floor with rage
as the colors continue to spin around and around, around
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