red skies
PLAY MY VEINS LIKE THE VIOLIN THEY WERE INTENDED TO BE PART OF
LET ME EXPERIENCE A THRILLING LIFE AS IF I WERE TO DIE TONIGHT AND WAS BORN ONLY YESTERDAY
MY THROAT DESERVES NOTHING BUT TO BE WRUNG
SET ME FREE OF THE TORMENT OF IMAGINATION
THE RED SKIES WERE A WARNING ALL ALONG— HAD I NOT ENTERED IN THE FIRST PLACE, SO MUCH WOULD BE WELL. HAD I TRIED TO 'LOOK ALIVE', I COULD BE ALIVE...
THE PAIN IN 'NEVER KNOWING' IS KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN.
THE TRUTH OF 'NEVER KNOWING' ARE THE SMALL MOMENTS THAT WOULD'VE GOT YOU TO THE IDEAL.
THE MAIN EVENT LAYS IN THE CLOSEST FLOWING WATER FROM YOUR DOOR, WHEN YOU GO OUT ALONE TO THINK: 'I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW'.
THINKING, 'I WISH I—'
"I WISH I WOULD ACCEPT WHAT I CANNOT CONTROL."