(more non-sense....mindless, stream of consiousness rambling..)

Red color,

you bleed

into the lense

of my vision

and sense

making everything

pink, I bet

you do this thing
to many,

it's Ok, I have pennies

to ground into nice bennies

Oh, I'm kidding, still

Love's lending

me her Light

so I'm spinning,

not for long,

feet are big

enough to keep me still

when my wings get thick,

but I won't fly for long

'cause fantasy sticks

to the walls and the ceiling.

Damn, is that me who's reeling

from the pain he is stealing

from my Memory..?

wait, doesn't he have his

OWN - - - - damn memory?