Red flows the river

Down to the sea.

Where it meets the ocean,

There’s a lot of misery.

Emotions are dying

All along the shore.

The skeletons of dreams

Are dead forever more.

Thoughts are flying

Through a blood-red sky.

Hopes are fading,

No matter, how hard you try.

At the river’s end,

What hope lies there?

Is life pure illusion,

When life is laid bare?

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