Hidden Messages:
Down the river, Engulfed by the current
Oh Ophelia. Mad. Lost forever.
Are you alright?
Have your colors run?
Did they leave you black & and white?
Through the looking glass you fell
Spiraling endlessly into a maze of hell.
But in darkness the colors swim to the surface.
Delusive lights shine bright at night, a kerosene fire,
I feel the calling, singing to my desire.
I am the ever changing crimson phoenix,
Molded to fit a certain cast, I rebel only to reform.
My heritage stays true throughout my transformations
I cast off skins
But retain the same ignitions.
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