conclusions drawn in crimson
they're the hardest to erase
as is seeps from every pore
pooling on tile like waste
I guess that some would say
it has a bitter aftertaste
it shrouds like a hooded cape
never quite fading away
it's there in all of my dreams
remaining here when I wake
gnawing like a critter
that is trying to satiate
is it all illusion?
a cruel magician's trick
a smoke and mirrors side-show
the sleight of hand is quick
with one quick glimpse it goes
now you see it, then you've tripped
it's a double edged sword
that I have fallen and I curse
it's the fickle hand of fate
and maybe it could be worse
the whole thing has me pondering
if I could have changed the course
hindsight is 20/20
you don't need glasses to see
maybe with cleaner lenses
you could avoid the trees
it's hard to change directions
in the middle of what will be