Trapped

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Crimson brings needs to a helpless, lonely thieve.
His name is misunderstood, treading red waters helplessly.
Instead of rowing with the flow of the old,
He climbs up intently to tackle the cold.
The cold is his misery and a bundle of lies.
He's drawn to it gently, but subtly wonders why.
Unmanageable, dying, no color left to dye,
Scared, Misguided, he sees no ends to his life.
Seeking vengeance like a dove flying never high,
Hits a wall, exploding thunder, without a careless little cry.
His pain is gone, he has no other trophies to disguise.
But once again, he lives another, helpless little guy