Steer Away, to Death we say

He is Helmsman.

There’s no way to tell

what’s real and what’s hell


A man, he says you fail.

without speaking a word

his attitude prevails


When did it start,

the red and grey?


I think forever, when was it not that way?


There’s many souls that dodged that red and grey.

I watch them, a mother without her rainbow. 


Even if I leave or stay, that part of me, that’s him, will never go away.


The red and grey it fades but stays,

like a stain you mean to throw away.


“but it’s nice, it’s mine, please don’t take it away”


it’s meant to deceive and you still believe. 


The red and grey they play and play.

Two kids, one’s castaway , one’s just horseplay. 

Neither deserve the man’s cruel plan.

but in the end he gets what he wants

He is Helmsman.

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