Crimson eyes
It’s better to be hurt than to hurt others. Nice people can be happy with just that. That something i tried to follow for a long time. I thought that would make me happy. There still that little voice saying i need you. I never knew love. I knew love could create hate. So i tried to run away. Looking at the sky wondering why. The sun looks with it crimson eyes. It stares at me to the point i feel blind. But i start to cry and i think i know why. I tried to have to big things fit into one word. Both has its great qualities. But when it came down to it i wanted to choose a fatality. Only one could come with me to this world. One took my hand and said there love after all. I never believed in love. Love is hating someone but still wanting to be with them. I never like hating someone. I want the selfish dream of peace and lust. But slowly i stopped giving a fuck. Being  corrupted  by a cruel world. Those crimson eyes knows why. But it still wants me to try. It’s better to be hurt than to hurt others. So is it better to be hurt so other can love. Those crimson eye are never dry but it knows why i cry.