Scarlet lines so fine,
Bleed an ocean that blends to sky.
Far from the world of you and I,
All I want to do is trade this life for something new.
I shake from the poison,
My blood goes thin,
The pain,
It comes in waves.
Thought I felt right but that right was wrong,
Picking up the pieces,
Where do I belong?
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