Bloodshot sky comes in vision
Those red veins make roadways onto earth
Searching and seeking the mind
Laughter within the insistent crimson
The smile comes from behind the wall of ink cloud
The one that inevitably eats the moon
vultures invoke the feast
The nakedness of humanity
Bloodshot sky looks down
It echoes every tangles aspiration and fear
Throwing them down as heavy nets
Woven from the blood shot veins of sleepless eyes
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