Once hidden behind my concertina, I was protected from all intrusions. But it, along with my wall, has crumbled, and I'm left standing naked in the open.
Wind blows against my face; my hair unparts and flies freely against the sky. My dying, blood-shot eyes stare blindly into the sun; once upon a time I'd say "my life must be done."
New faces stare back, confused and dumbfounded; I feel separated from all reason, but sense this is where I belong. I notice my hand outreached before me with an open palm.
Fingertips trace a picture on my skin; my chest feels heavy; my face is warm. Everything I feel tells me my new time has finally begun.
She stands out in the crowd, and wears a different shade of red...
Her light reflects my inner sun, and the pain bottled up inside of me screams out in muffled agony. She is the one, and within her, my power will rise; staring back at the skyline, I know this is my Vermilion Sunrise.