Crimson

I set out to seek the rivers of blood & black venom that flow through each individual's soul,

I stood in the black circle of an idol that I knew not,

And as I felt my aura disperse and then become whole,

I felt my soul cool & the flames in my eyes grow hot.

I stood to take what is mine and to seek what I did not see,

I stood to find my love, my friends, my life,

I sang to behold myself and what I will be,

I thought to have my mentality dissected with a knife.

And as I grasped a blind man's sight,

I could feel his soul in my hand.

And in the darkness of the light,

I could feel the blood of my brand.

But when I awoke from this crimson dream,

I was still the same person yet changed.

My flaming eyes raged, it seemed,

But people still thought the same of my name.

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