She bares the red. dayze are unforgiving. She is a waste, she is a mess. Like no other she is gone. Who wants to stay? Yet who wants to leave? Who will forgive? Yet who will forget the scares? Traces of the past disappear in the green over lapping paths. Can you reach the unreachable like she? She who wanders and wanders into the dark wood were no red foot has dared to rest. For those who choose to rest await a fate to rest eternity with others mistakes before she who wanders the dark wood. To find the nonexistent. No rest for she whom seeks the lost deserted brethren. Oh touched soul Oh touched soul. Welcomed all ye interpretation. dripping through wet hands I love you, I miss you. run run run. sip from the blue and blend with the world. Never forget never forgive. She once bared the red and flew with the clouds in the dark wood. Desend from the red.