Redhood

Biography

young poet and songwriter

pain

Misunderstood as I stand beyond their reach, Mistaken as I keep silence closer for it is not my friend. Even I have trouble trying to distinguish my reflection, For time has taught me that sin often makes you beautiful. Misunderstood as I stand far away, In my worn out shoes wearing a recurring frown. Lipstick across my cheek and blood on my lips, I look like a fucking drunk clown. But isn’t that what makes her eyes sparkle with damnation? Isn’t that what makes her words drip poisoned syrup? The bitch likes it when I pull my dying soul into the shadows, She likes to watch me rip chunks of my heart to feed my fear. All my endeavors bring me back to two places, Her room, and heaven. Elysium is where I sit alone on the forest floor burning my lungs, Her chambers are where I suffer for the sins I’m not even sure I committed. My despair has wrought rage from the pits…bullet holes in my cranium, Fiery wrath that can only be sated by blood. -And I swear by every last shred of light that still remains inside That I’m terrified. …misunderstood as I stand behind my walls, Misunderstood as I stand beyond their reach.

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