All the thoughts, actions and wordsAre colored in shades of crimson red
The villain inside
Makes the clock unwind
Time in reverse
I see everything in this new light
All the thoughts, actions and words
Are colored in shades of crimson red
Was I really this naive and misunderstood before?
Or am I looking through tainted glass instead?
Was it real? The memories …
Or just make believe stories I came up with
To overcome the tragedies in life
Have I suppressed my true self all this time?
Who is to know, who can say?
Who I really was and who I really am?
Time is running backwards
Can it run out, even then?