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by ~*Kymber* Feb 18, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
A bath of blood crimson red cold as ice so many dead soak it in drink it deep the bodies, as trophies, i will keep i am tired my night so long over and over i sing an explicit song i told them once i am not to be messed with and now, the 6, in the freezer they sit combined together in their blood i bathe and tomorrow is in fact another day
by Ashley
tight poem~