The Dreaded Red Day


Seeping between my eyelids

you offspring of the sun.

I fear the end of you, 

i fear when there will be no more


In the eyes of a sinner

the world is constantly 


The trees, the leaves,

the heart, the soul.


It fills our world,

our lives,

our insides,

and our outs.


The red of the world

is taking over. 

Soon there will be nothing left,

it's over,

it's almost over.

We all have messed up.


I don't want to be here!

Please don't make me be here

when that dreaded day comes.


I don't deserve a  second chance,

a third, a fourth, or more.

So please dont let me be here

when all color is no more


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