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Bleeding profusely under the guise of conversation

My doppelgänger staring vividly into my eye

Flying thoughts and horrific imagination

Painting an all too different color into the situation

Bleeding profusely as I grasp for air

Everything else is just a symptom of my despair

Ever changing wind and ever present vision

Painting an all too different color into the situation

Bleeding half past dead, doctor says

Calculating bits, giving hints on my medication

Sky is the limit for you boy, I remember he said

Unless your surrender provides a suitable refutation

To what I shall surmise as the prevalent misinterpretation

of the auspices and lack of understanding in my profession

With your suspicions, they do not help at all

But I digress; there is much to learn from your predicament

Even as to someone doing these for many springs and fall

dying is not an escape but another in a long series of sacraments

Bleeding profusely, I tried to smile

Half-wit as it seems, but never a lie

Sun, moon and stars and all that shines

Painting them all too different, violent, vile

Bleeding stops, and so is breathing

I see dead people walking

There goes the abyss, sending forth its congratulations

Painting an all too different color into the situation