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Crimson Prison – Something about the Winter’s Night Sky That I Dislike

Crimson Prison.

Shadows
arrive earlier than before
Windows
outside are neverending storms
Castle
Countless rooms but I’m alone.
Battles
Facing guns with merely stones

I look up to the sky ,there wasn’t​ even moonlight.
Burning upon the clouds, are colors forming my plight.
Again, I open my eyes.But the world was black and white.
Can I make it through tonight? Survive.

Blizzards cut me like shattered glasses.
Scars stick around, but the wounds always heal.
The more I fall down, the less it would hurt.
I get smarter tougher in this crimson prison.
Violet flames illuminates the darkness.
It used to burn me,now I rise up from it.
Every time I stumble,I deem it as lessons.
I get smarter tougher in this crimson prison.

Lights low.
On this lonely street I walk slow.
So cold.
And you’re not picking up the phone.
White snow.
Perfect match for crimson apple.
Big wolf,
is coming for me.So I run.

Alone full of fright, I have nothing to hold on tight.
I gotta stay out of sight, somewhere no one knows I would hide.
No matter how hard I try, I have to face the final fight.
Can I make it through the night alive?

Blizzards cut me like shattered glasses.
Scars stick around, but the wounds always heal.
The more I fall down, the less it would hurt.
I get smarter tougher in this crimson prison.
Violet flames illuminates the darkness.
It used to burn me,now I rise up from it.
Every time I stumble,I deem it as lessons.
I get smarter tougher in this crimson prison.

 

Every pain I’ve ever suffered
Every ache I’ve ever endured.
Every hurt I’ve ever went through.
Every hell I’ve ever been to.
Every pain I’ve ever suffered
Every ache I’ve ever endured.
Every hurt I’ve ever went through.
Every hell I’ve ever been to.
will all be as dead
as our love in the past
will all be as dull,
as your trivial words.
will all be as gone
as the warmth of your arms.
will all be as torn
as your promises sworn.

Can I make it through the night?

Blizzards cut me like shattered glasses.
Scars stick around, but the wounds always heal.
The more I fall down, the less it would hurt.
I get smarter tougher in this crimson prison.
Violet flames illuminates the darkness.
It used to burn me,now I rise up from it.
Every time I stumble,I deem it as lessons.
I get smarter tougher in this crimson prison.

 

Winter always makes me sentimental, especially when it get really cold and the sky becomes purple-red-ish at night. Coldness reminds of all my weaknesses, my heartbreaks, and a little bit of loneliness. The  crimson colored sky at night always gives me suppressed feeling. I intended to write about how much I hate it, but as I continue to compose this song, I realized it is a part of what made me stronger since I was 12. The desire to escape the crimson-colored depressing night provided me with the propulsion to pursue my dream that could take me away from this feeling. It’s also intervened with a heartbreaking experience, which somewhat contributed to making the crimson sky more depressing. Well, despite how much I hate the feeling, I’m grateful that it made me who I am today.

Am I really, though?

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