CrImSoN bEd

by Saved By Grace   May 20, 2005


The death of my soul
Starts with you
If you leave my side
one, two...

*Slit* my wrists
Crimson rEd flows
Pain and sUfFeRiNg
The breathing slows

Weakening knees
blurred vision
Nobody can save
This complete incision

Somebody please
Make sure I'm DEAD
I'll be lying
In my crimson bed

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  • 19 years ago

    by Just Lucy

    oh wow, that was so short but then it told me everything i needed to know about it, hoope youare ok,

    Luv Always
    *Lucy*

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