Simply waxing poetic here. I will leave the meaning to the reader, because I seem to find a different one every time I read it myself.
Eyes are shot with blood
One will never understand
Why life treats us so
While grass gently grows,
Skies part red and rain on me.
What contrast is this?
I am one in mind,
Two in body, three in heart,
Many more in you.
Convolute these fears;
Presently catastrophe.
I sleep while awake
And in dreaming now
You will find a lullabye
Secretly disdained
In and of itself
Lies, no sense of solitude,
Only disarray.
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