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..
We don't think we're quite finished with this poem..but she wanted be to put it on..so please comment..thanks Joclyn
