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Darkness surrounds her dying soul
With blood dripping to the floor
She spins around as life takes its toll
Always suffering more and more
As the darkness starts to creep
She feels her pain slowly die
Waiting to hear her angel's weep
But never to hear his crimson cry
Seeking the darkness of her room
She sits and waits for him to arrive
Slowly she awaits her darkened doom
Never really knowing her demise
Suddenly she hears his voice
He’s talking to her now
He needs her to make a choice
But she's afraid not knowing how
She decides on fate
Although it wasn't an option
Never really escaping from the hate
Just acting like it's an adoption

Ok i dont know what to call it i hope i can trust u ppl to tell me well thanks XXX~Crimson~XXX