

Red HazeChoke it back, Bite your tounge. This inner battle you've won.Red Haze
Keep it inside, Chained and tamed. Don't let it out.
The brunt of a joke, Forever the convinent scapegoat. Breath and count.
Something's snapped, The red is bleeding in. Silence raining down.
No thought, All action. Someone, get it under control.
The haze has fallen, The beast is out. Get it back inside.
Bring in the tide, Come back to earth. Bite your tounge.
The haze is lifting, Ignore all that you've
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Someday we'll look back on all this and plow into a parked car.
The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage. -- Mark Russell
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