Crimson River

by NoSurvival   Aug 20, 2005


With the cold blade pressed against my porcelain skin
Slowly pressing down and pulling across my delicate wrists
The crimson river starts to flow rapidly
The emotional pain is gone; drowned out by the pain of the blade cutting my skin
Slowly I'm dieing; the crimson river wont stop flowing
Everything is lost in the crimson nothingness
Will she be ok? is all you hear in the distance
You open your eyes; Whoa! where are you?
Someone is sticking you with a needle
Trying to lift your arm you scream in pain
Lifting your dizzy head ; is that stitches you see?
All this from one simple cut you tought
Next time it wont be so deep!

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