That Red Dot.
That Red Dot.
That Red Dot.
That Red Dot.

Everybody has seen it
That fuckin' Red Dot
What is it?

I close my eyes, but the it only glows brighter

It lives in the corner of your eye
Whether you notice it or not
Something you can't deny
That fuckin Red Dot

That Red Dot.
That Red Dot.
That Red Dot.

Don't turn away
It's only comming closer
Emphatic nods to decay
It's become something cosher

Unescapable, it exists in every direction you look

Indescribable, the lure on its hook

That Red Dot.
That Red Dot.

So how the hell do you escape it?

You can't, it's permanent.
Eternally embedded at birth
Creeping with only ill-intent
But hear me first:

If you can't turn away
And closing your eyes makes it glow
Step in bright day
Let it blend--refuse the show

That Red Dot.

Do not seek to understand That Red Dot
Like most things, it only makes it worse

White Dot

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I've said it before, I'll say it again:

Writing Poetry is like dancing, you can suck at it, but it's still fun to do.

I really suck at comforting others who feel bad, so instead, I draw.