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Crimson Sonnet
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Random alone and hurting overcome
the pain i feel cant be undone
the crimson river flows so fast
i know this pain wont always last
another slice another chunk
we sit in catergories, chav through punk
a lonely heart lies crushed again
a time for turning to your friend
a blind man leads us thorugh our life
the crimson dripping from my knife
nowhere to go to, things to hide
a life lives on with moving tide
and when the lonely moon has set
the sun shall rise and bright it will get
time will move a continuous loop
while flowers rise up and later they droop
cant forget to clean my teeth
remove my flesh and soul beneath!
To me, the last two lines
To me, the last two lines speak of the rejection of how we were physically made, and our personal dreams/desires, in order to be deemed presentable to society.
Of course, an impossible task, since there is only a popular - not universal - opinion on both beauty and what the right way to think/be is. But an unworthy task, regardless.
The knife and the need to cut away is, to me, the taking on of society's voice over one's own.
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