Crimson Red Death
as a lake of blood I see
Pain and Sorrow fill my eyes
ripping out of my demise
as I listen to the screams
I hear every night
wishing it would go away
I cut myself but don't feel the pain
seeing the blood, dries my eyes
no longer do I cry
looking at the blade that cut
trying to pull myself from this deadly rut
I wish to find peace again
But until then,
these scars are my release
the blade is my only friend....
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Playing (Music): rise against
Current mood: crappy
Added on: 10/07/2006 19:50:23
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