Crimson Seeper

by courtney   Nov 9, 2006


Tears run down cold and mournful

she thought he had been so thoughtful

lies were told

cuts were made

she wonders if she'll soon fade

she found a razor

and cut in deep

just to see the crimson seep

is this his fault?

was this his crime?

when all around church bells chime

the funeral held on a sad dark day

where no one came to mourn or pray

no one cared

of her death

she just passed with one last breath

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