Treasure Island

Bron Dayvid

(March 3 1993 / Cleveland, Ohio)

Red Skies


Red skies Red skies cover up black lies

Seeking the truth results only in his demise

He sees Red skies Red skies please close his eyes

For the truth he seeks is not honesty but evil’s compromise

Red skies Red skies create black clouds that corrupt the innocent air

What was once pure is no more than a toxic deadly despair

As the black clouds get darker the soul grows colder

And falls harder than hail further than hell

And once the soul abandons the mind so too will the spirit

The body is left susceptible to evil blinded unable to clear it

No matter how hard he fights no matter how hard he tries

He will never escape the sight of those Red skies Red skies

Submitted: Friday, February 19, 2010
Edited: Friday, February 19, 2010

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