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I don't know what I dream about
Red things only, no story
This empty room as closed as a tomb

I don't know what I dream about
Only the taste of this colour
Only this red so dark

I drown myself in it
I swim in it
I sink in it to disappear without memory

smell of blood comes from this ocean

I'm afraid to finish like him
killing myself because I don't know how to live
without the will to roar until tear my throat

I drown myself in it
I swim in it
I sink in it to disappear without memory

smell of blood comes from this ocean … or from me ?

The Red has woken in this room
it wants to go out
It is ancient, warm and brutal
And it is blinded with sewed eyelids
It scratches its face
It hurts permanently and it makes me mad
in this red room
I'll carry in my womb
this red room seals my doom
forever in gloom

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