Red Gravel and Purple Skies
Cluelessly TrueThe side of my head flat against the ground.Bitter cold air makes it hard to breathe.Red gravel and purple skies. A sickening stench of rotten flesh, my senses have come to know.The Past tormenting, the Future terrifying - From the corner of my eye, it makes its way. Helplessly hopeless - I resort to prolonged self-denying. Never-mind living, when in death there's harmony.No tears, No fears, but a crier cries out '' Die R...