winter leaks inside my skin into the open womb my open womb the feeling is mean and full and red no matter how hard i try it makes no sound summer breaks into my pores into these holes i once knew well they once were strong the matter is gone and non persistent the more i try to feel the less realistic i become all feelings i have for red are dead are dead are dead and lonesome all feelings i have for red are dead you re dead to me to me to me fall fears the likes of me even when the solar moon lets go of you the feeling is mean and full of black no matter how hard i try i can t look back all feelings i have for red are dead are dead are dead and lonesome all feelings i have for red are dead you re dead to me to me to me walking on your grained path searching for your mind feeling once forgotten loving you has died spring kisses all my thoughts these strands of memories invading us throughout life all feelings i have for red are dead are dead are dead and lonesome all feelings i have for red are dead you re dead to me to me to me