Red Days of Black 
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Eyes open 
windows are fogged 
My vision sharpens 
Sight of a beautiful city 
Smothered in opaque smog 
multiplying scarlets 
What happened to me 
The day is no more 
For no one can see 
Nothing is visible 
Nothing is heard 
No blood is being spilled 
No good is acting 
Everything is chilled 
Darkness has invaded 
Light is not seen 
Hopes remain shaded 
Ignorance populates 
Creativity drowns 
Well, I guess 
Seeing is believing 
No visions 
Empty decisions 
Nothing is what I have 
Save me from 
My Red Days of Black