The Crimson.

by Carissa*Sweet thang*   Apr 24, 2006


Feel the crimson red liquid dripping from your wrist,

from your wrist,

the razor blade covered in it,

it slips as you pick it up again,

to make mor crimson red liquid,

drip from your wrist again,

and try to stop your pain.

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